ethandrew
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Retief counts heads and frowns at the oversleepers. He takes a big sip of the hot coffee, wincing as it burns his tongue slightly and sets the mug down. "Gah, I can't get used to that stuff. Too bitter, not subtle at all." He moves his right hand over to his left shoulder, rapping his fingers across his collarbone, "Okay, so those of you who wish to leave sooner rather than later, we should. I know how unwise it is to wake a Dead Man when they rest, so I would rather let a sleeping man lay. However, I'm going to leave a note with the innkeep, so that the straglers can meet up with us." He pauses for a moment, obviously displeased with this course of action. Shrugging, he amends himself, "Or should we just rouse them and drag them along?"
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