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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Cthulhu's Librarian" data-source="post: 965633" data-attributes="member: 11064">Finn stood up from behind his shield, spat, and whiped his mouth on his sleeve. "Thats it. I'm done. I'M DONE!" He pulled his wineskin off and threw it into the bushes. He glanced once more up to the top of the ridge where the figures had been standing before the morning sun had broken through the clouds. Nothing. Not a single blessed thing was there. He grabbed his pack, threw it over his shoulder, and stood upright. The others were all throwing there belongings into their packs as well. "Guess there is one advantage to passing out before getting camp ready at night." he thought. "Nothing to pack up in the morning." He upended a kettle of water on the smoldering remains of the fire, tied it to the side of his pack, and looked at the others. "All right folks. I don't know what that was all about, but I want to be well away from here before noon time. We've got 20 miles to make today, if Gnorvald's directions are true." Who was he to be giving orders to them? Nothing but a drunken, sorry excuse for a priest. Well, someone had to be first on the trail this morning, and he decided it would be him. Head pounding, he turned and headed towards the path they had been following for 3 days. Turning, he saw everyone was moving except Drakhar, still holding his ax and glaring up the hillside. Rix had noticed as well, and was watching the dwarf with interest. "Rix, Drakhar, come on. Lets get out of here. We should break from the forest by mid-day at the latest." He turned, and with out looking back, hit the trail.(edit: spelling)</blockquote>

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