10-05-2008, 03:44 PM
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“The folks who live here,” he responded with the obvious answer and with a laugh. “Actually, we called this little part of the forest Esper Hollow. Which is pretty much what everyone else calls us now,” and it didn't really bother him any more what they called them or what they thought of them. The way that they all lived seemed funny to him. Looking around at the quaint area with its strewn tents, the occasional den, and the one well-built shack, Laurel was not surprised at the silence that greeted them for the time being. “That shack over there is where we've been keeping the sick. It keeps them out of the weather and from wandering around. The rest of us are pretty much spread out in tents or dens, but I wouldn't be surprised if more shacks like that one don't show up eventually. Some folks don't share the travelling lifestyle that some of us have had since forever.” Which was fine by him, because if he ever went, they could start their own pack. They'd have more than half of the tools and possibly bodies to do so.[/html]