[SLACK ROLEPLAYING LOG] #rp-demaria: Whitepelt
Having put out word of their mission to the tavernkeeper, Razorback rents a private room there and sets up shop, pulling out local maps of the desert and discussing a plan of action. Whiptail looks over the maps, one paw against his chin as he studies them. He points to two different valleys. “This’d be…
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