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((Open RP to those in Greenbriar))

The salty waves licked upon the prow of the small boat. A light breeze blew across the Sea, and the crew of the "Silber Gott" scurried up the ratlines to reef the sails as the little boat carried it's owner to the distant shore of Briar.

Baron Bottoms looked across the water to the small Hamlet on the shore he had revitalized just four years earlier. Memories flooding through his mind as he squinted his eye to scan the Horizon. The Volcano to the south was silent, Caelum seemed uninhabited, even the Docks had seen better days, but Greenbriar, dear Greenbriar would always be there.

He smiled happily as he remembered old times with Taliss, Mark, Merung, Cawdor and countless others, before the next generation came of Anfala, Annouka, Achae, Rumil and others, and then the third generation of Lonsur, Arnold, Merrilyn, Miru, Calenliea and others.

They were the best of times.

They were the worst of times.

So much history, action, friendship and loss. What could be said of a Halfling's life? Only that he was glad to be home again.

Salhari sits by the ocean in Greenbriar, his eyes closed. He seems to be in a state of meditation, his breathing calm and steady. The blowing wind whips his long white hair around behind him, and sometimes around in front of his face. As the boat grows closer, Salhari opens his crystal blue eyes and looks out across the water. He stands and makes his way over to the docks, waiting for the arrival of the boat.

Approaching the shore in a small dinghy, Dusty lands upon the shore with a dull 'Thump' as the boat hits mud. He happily hops out and sinks ankle deep in the mud, laughing merrily as he "squishes" through the mud toward his friends sitting at the campfire, Laghras, Miru and Calenliea.