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Message: <blockquote data-quote="nimisgod" data-source="post: 1186587" data-attributes="member: 10283">Sir Ishmael shakes the sleep off of his eyes and bows gracefully at the gift of healing. "Thank thee, Master Bekkle. This elixir of curing will surely save mine life in danger's face that we shall soon meet. In light of this gift however, I think that I will pass over the holy water. I shall most likely be on the fore of combat should this divine water be required. Violet, mine sledge, is mine only needed weapon against the Dark."The Halfling dismounts and scans the area with his power of divine given senses. "Are we to rest in this copse of trees to-night? I offer to take the last watch should mine time of vigil be in question. If needed, however, I am agreeable to taking watch whenever hour is without guard. "Sir Ishmael pats his mount. Courage had always been his guard when he was resting. The warpony's keen sense of scent had sniffed out many an ambush before.</blockquote>