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bringspeopletogether) wrote2016-02-24 02:28 pm
bringspeopletogether) wrote2016-02-24 02:28 pm
[milliways] search and rescue
Okay. So. First night in a tavern at the supposed end of the world and he's about to go running into a blizzard to rescue two men he doesn't know.
This is, by far, the most normal part of Alistair's very bizarre evening.
When he asks for equipment, the enchanted bar heaps up piles of furs, three strange lanterns with little clear orbs where a candle would go, a long length of rope, some sort of canvas backpack with the letters SAR stitched on one side, and what looks like a bright red, misshapen crossbow. He frowns at it as he gets to work shrugging on all the necessary layers.
"Do you know what that is?" he asks Chuck.
This is, by far, the most normal part of Alistair's very bizarre evening.
When he asks for equipment, the enchanted bar heaps up piles of furs, three strange lanterns with little clear orbs where a candle would go, a long length of rope, some sort of canvas backpack with the letters SAR stitched on one side, and what looks like a bright red, misshapen crossbow. He frowns at it as he gets to work shrugging on all the necessary layers.
"Do you know what that is?" he asks Chuck.