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Message: <blockquote data-quote="doghead" data-source="post: 3898137" data-attributes="member: 8243">ic - CasualXiao continues to watch the ground warily for a while. The battle has left him tired and sore, but somehow ... Xiao's thoughts slowly drift away as his mind turns inwards. The noise of his heart beating fills his head. He follows the blood as it flows around his body. It clusters around the damaged skin and muscle, clotting and feeding the tissue as it repairs itself. Wounds close, bruises bloom and fade ...Xiao snaps back into awareness of the world around him. Only a moment has passed, judging by the positions of the others around him. It feels like much longer. Xiao inspects one of his wounds. Barely a few minutes old, but it has almost healed and faded from sight. A huge smile spreads slowly across his broad features. Despite the time he has been away from his teachers, he has not lost his way completely. He continues to learn, and grow in the ways of his temple.The temple. The thought brings Xiao crashing back to earth. He has travelled the breadth of the world to find the lost artefacts. No not lost, stolen. Stolen by his father. Impatience fills the monk. He pokes it in the eye. But he can't ignore it completely."We must move now. We deliver the letters. The last letter. Then it is done."</blockquote>