Meanwhile, at the Friendly Arm Inn Campfire...

[Twisted]

Taken aback by the whole scene, Alec shakes his head to get his bearings after all the action. His gaze moves to the motionless Hobin in the dirt, eyes going wide.

"Ah hells!" he exclaims as he moves over to him. "Well ye lot just gonna stand there?" Alec bends down to take one of Hobin's arm's around his shoulder. "We gotta get this fella to a healer!" he then looks around for assistance to those gathered around.

[LISA100595]

*Granny comes to rubbing her temples as the screams and sobbs are heard over Hobin's body* " Wha..... Oh Dearie Me.... I can help the poor boy... set him here dear"... *she motions to the soft grass benieth her feet. Still holding her maraca and her cane she kneels over his lifeless body and begins to chant, waving her arms all around and shaking the maraca:*
" Spirit of Earth......... Spirit of Water.......... Spirit of Air........ and Spirit of Fire........Bring this poor soul back ..... should He DESIRE !!!" *Casts Recall Spirit on him.......(cue thunder and lighting or something similar). All goes quiet then as she sees if his spirit indeed wished to return*

[Twisted]

Alec looks down at the lifeless body, a somber look on his face as the shamans spell fails to breathe back life into the man. With a sad shake of his head, he takes look around to all the remains of the chaos that had ensued, sighing to himself as thinks aloud...

"With just a flip of the coin, our fates are decided.. Coulda been me in his postion." Alec bends down, closing Hobin's eyes if they still looked out into nothingness. "I was lookin forward to hearin more of yer tales mate... Thanks fer the food to." with that, Alec rises and nods slightly to the old shaman, leaving the camp in a silent walk down the road south.

[Snarfy]

A distinct rumbling noise can be heard near the campfire this day. The sound seems to be emanating from the collection of bushes and gigantic rocks that lie some twenty meters to the southwest of the fire. Anyone listening a little more closely would easily be able to notice a pattern to the noise which occurs every five seconds or so. The rumble is periodically interrupted by the occasional glutteral shout. The intermittent bellow, when heard from the campfire, vaguely resembles the sound a crow would make... if the crow had the voicebox of an ogre or giant that is.

[Hoihe]

This day even is the campfire tormented by Hoihe Dacino. People should get ready with cheese to stuff it in their ears as he approaches once again to talk the ears off their heads.