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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Isida Kep'Tukari" data-source="post: 2273956" data-attributes="member: 4441">*Craven looks at Lenya and for a moment is very angry.  But then reason reasserts itself.*"I did not dow what capabilities they had.  I was afraid dey could see in da mist, and could hid us wid magic while we waided," Craven says, breathing through his mouth and sounding like he has a cold.  "Led me pull the smelly one away.  Personally, I doud da udders dow much," he says grimly, and grabs the smelly one by some clothing and hauling it far away from the campsite.  After he returns, he sits carefully on the ground, removing his helmet and trying to clean the blood from it.  "If it wouldn't be too much to asks, could I possibly get something to ease the pain?"  Craven looks terrible, bruised and battered, with blood trickling from wounds on his head.</blockquote>