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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Sparky" data-source="post: 1559176" data-attributes="member: 13681">Oliver's eyes snap open. Woodsmoke? What the devil? The bell! He reaches for the blades under his balled-up cloak and draws them swiftly. He rolls onto his side with a grunt and strggles to his feet. Nurthk and Raven calm the pacing cat. "You two are good to have around. Even if you are ugly." He grins and nods sagely at Nurthk's assessment of the smoke's origin. He frowns at Hirtius, "See here, boy. We just got out of one scrape. Why in the name of all that is Holy are you seeking out another so quickly?" He grumbles rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He watches silently as the others ready themselves for investigation. Shaking his head he scoops up his armor and begins to fasten and buckle, tie and tighten. "Gods save me from the foolhardy strength of the young." He sighs, loud and long-suffering.</blockquote>