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A small ship sails into the harbor of trollsbane, as it sets anchor a few long boats are lowered from the side and the sailors on each long boat begin to paddle with long and steady strocks towards the docks. If one were to look closely enough they would see a small figure in a green cloak at the bow of one of the boats.

As the boats arrive at the dock and the gang planks are set out the hooded halfling steps onto the dock, looking about, there is an town not to far off, and he begins to walk towards it, the cane he carries supporting most of his meager weight. Before reaching the end of the docks a fit of coughing comes over the halfling, who then takes out a stained rag and wipes the blood from his lips, and returns it to a pocket in his cloak

"Perhaps this place will hold a better chance than the many others that I have visited" says the halfling

Wrapping his cloak tighter around himself, the halfling walks or more hobbles off into the direction of the town, only his emerald green eyes showing from his hood

((OOC, I cant wait to play the game, see you all there))

((Edit: OOC, I dont know when Ill be able to play my account so if anybody wants to rp awhile on here more than welcome and we can continue it when I get in game))

Burlow sat by the Seahorse, as he always did when a new ship arrived..handing out bags to the new arrivals. This ship had arrived later then most and the night air was begining to chill him down to the bone. He rubbed his hairy feet and felt the blood rush back into them.

As usual, lines of travellers filed into town and he offered a newly tailored bag to each.

Welcome to Trolls Bane...Welcome...sir...Welcome My Lady,...

As the line swam by like cattle, a halfling dosed in a cloak caught his eye

You there..Brother..come over here.

Burlow removed a small vile from his pocket and a fresh rag.

Take this....drink it..an wipe up with this. Let not the town guard see you bleeding and try to stiffle that cough....
I am Burlow, Burlow Boinclod...but please...Call me Doc.

Ruul continues to walk away from the halfling that wished to help him, he had seen many people such as this before, and not one had been able to figure out what ailed him. At this point he was quite tired of people trying to help, for he knew he shouldnt get his hopes up any longer.

"If I cannot find a cure here, it will probable be my burial ground* Ruul thought to himself