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Kinnan Ulfe
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Date Posted: 12:49:33 08/31/01 Fri
OOC: Okay, I'm going to take some liberties b/c I'm a leader-type and can do that, as there seems to be a general lack of activity all of a sudden. I'm making the feast appear out of nowhere, so let's all just assume we broke out the provisions. If anyone has a real desire to cook something, feel free, but for the rest of us, we can go ahead and get started!
BIC: **Crosses his arms, gazing at the troops around him, pride gleaming in his eyes. He turns to Favre with a look that clearly says he is going to have his way no matter what, and speaks so that all can hear his deep, rumbling voice** I am hearby issuing the order that the casks are to be opened and the best of everything brought out. Drinks, cheeses (we got those from a raid several months ago, and they are fabulous, let me tell you!), breads, fish if anybeast can catch them quickly, anything you think you might want! **Motions to the larger store-tent where there is a sudden flurry of activity as beasts hurry to bring out everything and lay it all out on a tent that has been laid on the ground to serve as a dort of picnic blanket. Kinnan takes one of his over-sized goblets, fills it with his own string wine, and raises it above his head** Here's to Quanshaire, the best bloody Merc patrol there is! **Drains his goblet and wipes the wine off his lips with the back of his paw**
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