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To Simon -
"I know what you mean. lad. I does seem a might unnatural."

The priest looks directly up into the dark clouds for signs of the direction it is moving towards.

"I wan't going to say anything to the others. Thought is was just me and my silly old jitters cropping back up again." Underhill frowns then whispers, "Or maybe my old instincts are trying to tell me something and we made a mistake in coming here."

Phil is about to say something to the other just as Krezi goes off to investigate an opening in a wall. He moves up next to Thor and quitely offer the dwarven cleric his opinion, "Simon and I are both getting bad feelings about these odd storm clouds." Phil points up with out looking, "What feeling do you have on them? Perhaps it would be best if we seek shelter until it passes."

Looking up now, he mumbles, "If it passes."

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As Phil needs a GM to give him something to worry about. :lol

Phil Underhill of the Kendall Expeditionary Guild "Adventure is OUR Business?" GULP! Father Phil Underhill is a Halfling Priest of Yondalla. With kind Hazel Eyes, he nervously peers out at the world from under a mop of Sandy Brown hair.