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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Sparky" data-source="post: 1529112" data-attributes="member: 13681">Rainca smiles her toothy, feral smile at Redarn. She ritually readies a javelin, coincidentally the one she stabbed into the floor of the Red Dragon, and kisses the deadly-looking metal tip before holding the blooded hunting weapon out to Redarn and bowing. She straightens, sashes fluttering, beads and teeth rattling. She inclines her head at Redarn and turns to Lupic with a puzzled look.She blinks, "Lupic, we are all going together. Rainca does not think it wise to split our number. We are certain to have need of your considerable strength."Without further comment she checks all of her weapons and gear, re-arranging the pack to bear more comfortably on her broad shoulders. She unstoppers her wine and annoints her eyes, fingertips and the blades of her weapons while singing to them and to the Blood Father. She wipes her hands and face and weapons, standing to  toss back a mouthful of the holy vintage. She nods and begins to settle the weapons about her body. Somehow she manages to look more dangerous than before. It's her eyes."Redarn. Rainca is ready." As she speak she unlimbers her bow, stringing it with a long-practiced hand. She picks an arrow from her quiver inspecting it instinctively. She moves toward Redarn, arrow held between the fore-and middle fingers of her drawing hand, bow held lightly in her bracing hand. Ready.OOC: Edit - misread Dioran. Changed what Rainca said to reflect the situation.</blockquote>

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