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Message: <blockquote data-quote="FitzTheRuke" data-source="post: 9687424" data-attributes="member: 59816">Marshal StratusStriding a full head taller than the tallest man in the procession, Marshal Stratus scanned the crowd for troublemakers. He'd taken the (temporary) job as a walking guard - able to leave and return from the procession proper, doing crowd control and security. It was a simple job, but he missed the excitement of the Eagle Calvary, swooping from peak to peak, hunting crag cats. But he'd never quite belonged with the Cloud Giants of the Tropo-Spire. Then again, since descending to the lands of the smaller folk, he hadn't felt like he belonged here, either.Through the crowd he heard a familiar voice, and gazing above their heads, he saw the familiar face of Anson, who had led him on a four-day journey through the mountains. At the time it had been the furthest Stratus had walked, having spent more time on eagle-back when travelling great distances. But he'd travelled extensively since. How long had it been? Two? Three years?He caught Anson's eye and, with his big hands, signed a greeting above the crowd.</blockquote>