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Ariel Oceantear	Sep 6 2008, 12:42 PM
Shipwright Posts: 66 Group: Unassigned Member #63 Joined: August 22, 2008	Rook’s entry did not go unnoticed. It’d been many seasons since they first met, but the otter was unmistakable. Ariel shifted in her chair, and her gaze followed him across the room. They’d spent years working together, sailing together, and watching the seasons pass. It was only a matter of time, she figured, before their paths crossed again, and it was a welcome twist of fate. Just as Ariel opened her mouth to catch Rook’s attention, Burku intercepted. “Chilly, chilly chilly! We’ll have to thaw out yer hide, silly riverdog.” In her (surprisingly quick) shuffling gait, Burku grabbed a log from a nearby pile, clucking her tongue as she leaned past the otter. The squirrel swung open the door to the woodburner and violently chucked the oversized oak log inside. It crunched down onto the burning coals and sent sparks and bits of ash flying left and right. A large ember landed squarely on her nose, and she sneezed, with a vengeance, directly in Rook’s face. Ariel stifled a grin. He seemed to attract the unluckiest situations. She raised her mug and downed the last swallow of ale. Tasty, indeed…. the innkeeper knew her trade. She set the empty mug down on the table and stood up, attempting to catch Rook’s eye.
	Any ship in a harbor is safe, but that’s not what ships are built for.

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