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Seeing an opportunity to keep an eye on the strange pair, Jeromy speaks up. "We're actually on our way to Ashwall ourselves. You might have an easier time if you travel with us, and we could always use an extra set of hands." Sunhammer glares at him, and they exchange a few glances. Jeromy adds, "Might I ask, what's waiting for you in Ashwall?"
"A new job, hopefully," Swieble answers flatly. "Last one dried up, and we heard they were having some bandit problems. Usually means some rich merchant is looking for fresh muscle."
"Well," Jeremy explains, "it's not so much bandits as it is raiders. Orc and undead raiders."
Sweible pauses for a moment, thinking. "Hang on, lemme ask bro what he thinks about grouping up..."
Sweible turns to confer with his companion briefly. Hielok hops down, looks over to Jeromy and gives him a decisive thumbs-up... and perhaps a smile? It's difficult to tell with a kobold.
"Well," Sweible says, "can't say it any clearer than that."
Sunhammer scowls but says nothing.
"Our camp is just back this way" says Jeromy, taking the lead.
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