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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Sparky" data-source="post: 1413394" data-attributes="member: 13681">Oliver broods silently as the group settles the watch order scratching his stubbled chin. He chimes in when most folks have claimed a watch, "I'll take the second watch. I don't sleep so good, these days," he coughs and his red-rimmed eyes water. "Especially out of doors."He grunts at Fendric's words, "Surprise," he grumbles, eyes rolling briefly heavenward.The clasp of his long cloak jingling faintly the he turns to begin unburdening Bastrop, first taking Winkle's cage and placing it somewhere it won't be kicked over or stepped on. Once he wrestles the pack to the ground, with muttered thanks for any help, he rubs Bastrop down and ties him up to graze. He nods a thanks to Raven for catching the rabbits, securing bit of uncooked rabbit for Winkle which the bird greedily wolfs amidst a string of dire oaths and curses from Oliver as the sharp beak indiscriminately snaps at food and finger alike.Oliver gives Griscle a nasty look when the dog, curious about the caged bird and the scent of raw rabbit flesh, gets too near for Oli's comfort. He snaps at Nurthk, "Get that mutt away from Winkle!" He rushes to the cage murmuring over the ruffled bird and removes it to a more 'private' part of the camp, stabbing angry glares at Griscle and Nurthk both.Once both Bastrop and Winkle are seen to Oliver slumps down with a grunt, wheezing faintly and cradling his left arm. Not gonna see the other side of the pass. He sits quietly for a moment, face gray and strained. The malaise seems to pass and he goes over to the pack saddle and undoes the straps of the pack saddle and pulls out two cases. Instrument cases. The cases themselves are wooden, inlaid, gleaming with years of care and polish. The instruments within are breathtaking. The  lute - not at all the one from Caval's Horde - is a fine, ebonwood thing inlaid with mother of pearl up the fret board. He inspects the instrument and case carefully, religiously. Good. Rain didn't get in. He checks the other instrument, an exsquisite lyre which matches the lute, darkly gleaming in the failing light. He tunes the lute up and sits there with it cradled in his lap looking inexplicably sad.He blinks, remembering where he is, and grins at Niccolo, "I think you'll find this one isn't out of tune, friend Gnome."</blockquote>

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