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The two orcs have taken up positions by the door, scanning the night for any fresh attacks.
Father Quadrial pours two bowl of stew and find the biggest mugs in the inn to fill with mead, and takes them out to the warriors.
"I will rise in a few hours to take over the guard from you so that you too might rest. It seems that in the morn we will have to help the villagers protect themselves until we can destroy the evil that rages this land."
Behind him the monk hears the black crow caw, "Eaten by wolves. You'll be eaten by wolves"
The white replied "Brave warriors, Brave warriors"
Not entirely sure if he appreciated the elves rescue of the two winged guides, he goes to look for a place to sleep.
Feeling like he had just gone 62 rounds of bare knuckle fighting (his personal record from the days before he had become a monk) Father Quadrial found the nearest soft bed and fell into a deep sleep.
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