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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Caros" data-source="post: 3692062" data-attributes="member: 43842">Kyo at least, spent most of his days hanging off the side of one of the lead wagons, staring up at the sky or chatting with his friends as the caravan plodded along. His bokken was at hand, tucked into the caravan he rode in, but conspicuously absent from his side since the incident, whether by choice, or by an order of Aluf's no one was quite certain.An experienced traveller, Kyo knew better than most the type of man they were dealing with at the very sight of him. A fallen tree, a smiling host, and likely an ambush all around. He reached into the cart as the man called out his greeting, hand hovering over his choice of weapons, the exquisite black-steel blade that had been in his family for generations, or the beat up wooden stick.The choice was obvious as he slipped past Frida, Mikken, Letia and the others, trotting a short distance to get ahead of the caravan, calling out to the man who blocked them. "You don't want this." He said, voice calm, emerald eyes narrowed. He struck both a strong and silly figure, this young teenager, so seemingly strong willed and calm, yet with only a wooden stick as his backing."We're going to reach the port, If things happen it will not end well for either of us, but for you it will go worse. Please, just move aside, let us move the block and be on our way."</blockquote>