Return of the Drow

[fightingblind]

Well, here is someone who has not been here for quite a while. He does not seem to be at all concerned about that; then again, even if he was, it would be doubtful that he would show it. He walks in through the back door, dropping a bag that most likely has a few freshly-killed fowl in it on the table and moving to find a knife to finish dressing

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[merc_jarlaxle]

The prodigal hunter has returned. *perched somewhere, beaming*

[fightingblind]

*turns and raises an eyebrow at him* You have managed to stick one of those trackers of yours on me, haven't you?

[merc_jarlaxle]

Trackers? Me? Surely you jest.

[fightingblind]

I'll take that as a yes.

[lightningcurse]

Eeee, dead thingies! Without speaking to Zaknefein, Mabon goes to the bag and opens it, touching the birds.

[fightingblind]

Zaknafein raised an eyebrow, his voice coming out as a growl. "Those are mine."

[lightningcurse]

"They are all mine," mildly.

[fightingblind]

That will end up with a sword pointed at Mabon's throat. "No, they are not."

[upside_drow]

*has not exactly been around much either, but it's doubtful anyone really noticed. Or minded. (Except probably for Jarl, because he notices everything.) But anyway, finds himself wandering into the kitchen for sustenance, and being vaguely surprised to find a Zak*

--H'llo. *blinks, and nods at him, and continues questing for lunch*

[fightingblind]

*spares him a glance* Hello, Dinin.

[upside_drow]

You're back. *which, as a sort of afterthought, is questioning, because sporadic existence makes for a slightly fuzzy sense of time* ?

[fightingblind]

Apologies for the disappointment. *rather assumes it instead of taking it from Dinin's tone*