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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Seonaid" data-source="post: 1435039" data-attributes="member: 11195">Diarmat trots through the forest at a pace designed to cover as much ground in a day as possible. He carries his spear and shield loosely, easily. His thoughts are consumed by the joining ceremony--and subsequent celebration--that he had attended the night before. At least I didn't drink as much as some, he thinks wryly, glad the sun doesn't bother his head as it had, well, other times. As he lopes through the brush, he smiles at his freedom, the feel of the sheltering trees around him, the chittering of the creatures, the breeze in his face, but most of all, the escape from the village and the knowledge that he had no one depending on him at home.As he crests a small rise, he notes with detached concern smoke coming from a clearing. Too much and the wrong time of day for a campfire, and there shouldn't be any large towns here to make so much cooking smoke, he thinks. He slows a trifle as he continues. At the sound of combat, a grin spreads on his face and he jostles his spear and shield in anticipation.[Initiative: <a href="http://krisinchico.brinkster.net/searchroll.asp?username=Diarmat#96241" target="_blank">17</a>; Spot: <a href="http://krisinchico.brinkster.net/searchroll.asp?username=Diarmat#96242" target="_blank">15</a>]</blockquote>