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*With the bitter cold of Frostfel winter left behind the subzero tempratures in Haven seem like the middle of summer, though it is still cold so the old monk moves among the out skirts of the woods collecting any fallen fire wood to build a good fire.

Once collected he sets them up and used his flint and steal to get a nice size fire going.

With his back to the inn he sets before the fire lost in thought.

*Nescha on ther way out with Jason and McEwan bows to Donmayo as they pass him by the fire pit.*

"Will be seeing you Donmayo, you take care."

*turns his head to the side at the bow, but returns it to the fellow avyana.

"Have a safe journey brother of the feather, there are too few of us left in this world."

*with that donmayo produces an old hand carved pipe from his pocket and a bit of some dryed herb, which he lights and begins to puff on. *