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Relaxing at the tavern (TS Sept 23rd at dusk)
*Rolin's smile widens, and he pats Brennus on the back.* "This is why you are Brennus the wise, you may not see it, but I appreciate your council." *Rolin looks to the others assembled, Storm Vale is working with the elven to resolve the issue from that side. I will come visit you, my friends of camp Muintir to develop some sort of a defense for the farmers. If we cannot get the wood we need for the base, we may need to add something more..."

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