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Message: <blockquote data-quote="wings" data-source="post: 761360" data-attributes="member: 9628">Grr(OOC- ok, just makin' sure we were on the same page)Aerda glowers at the young priest, narrowing the red eyes of his. His dark form on the horse seemed to grow somehow, becoming more than his small frame would seem."Listen well good priest, if you speak to me in my native toungue, you do so respectfully and you had better weigh your words carefully. This language is for art and logic, not rashness.Aerda turns away and raises his hood, watching the trees, then sending astrule up into the sky. He looks back at the group, back to the Aerda they were more used to.Aerda points at the horses, "I only meant we should move to be ready, in case Draven returns with ill news. So we aren't all still laying around, and are ready to move. I would not abandon someone on an inkling. I remember before Exantrius passed, there was a dark form far off on a hill, it is this form that has plagued my revelry. I fear the cause for my unease in revelry is the same source of the unease. I hope Draven is ok out there by himself."</blockquote>