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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Scotley" data-source="post: 3778890" data-attributes="member: 11520">"Shall I have some food sent up to the quarterdeck? You really should eat after all the healing." Fa'Duatha looks at the potions in her hands for a moment before saying, "but who of those lost should be raised. That is not a decision I would want to live with. Perhaps Nac'Losin would be better to take these. She is the wise priestess, while I am but a simple acolyte. This is more than I can bare." Michael finds that while the major wounds are all healed, he still has a world class collection of aches and pains as he moves about. He is surprised to see that it is dark outside and likely after midnight. The crew are repairing sails and lines on deck, while the sound of saws, hammers and the smell of heated pitch atest to the structural work going on below. The ship is still fast against the iceberg, but the ice looks somewhat reduced from the time of the battle. Now that Michael has time to look it is the size of a small island. There is a rise on the far side that slopes gently down to where the Retribution lays. The ice is filed with ridges and hummocks that could conceal approaching foes. A few men under Grumbar's direction are butchering the mammoth. A few of the smilodons have also been skinned and the hides are being dried over a small fire on some rocks gathered from the ice. Further out on the ice a ring of lanterns has been set to provide some warning of foes approaching. A handful of Marines with crossbows and pikes stand watch out on the ice just inside the ring of lanterns. They walk a patrol to keep warm and alert. Chandar stands near them talking with Guiseppe. A dozen man-sized bundles and two larger ones are laid out in neat rows on the maindeck. The working crewmen seem to be avoiding looking in that direction. Michael too feels a need to look away. He glipses something odd on the rise at the far side of the ice island. A light shines upward...OOC: More in a bit, sorry.</blockquote>

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