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Message: <blockquote data-quote="FitzTheRuke" data-source="post: 7390345" data-attributes="member: 59816">Dellrak and Miss Imogen quietly dipped their covered oars in the sluggish, wide water of the river while Harb occasionally quietly made an adjustment stroke here or there, to keep the canoe under the long shadows of the largest of the jungle's leaves. Rodrigo and Chrysagon kept a keen eye out for trouble. Some large, leather-winged lizard-birds flew high overhead, but they did not seem to take any notice of the canoe.The group had found their rhythm quickly and the hours dropped by as the afternoon wore on.If it wasn't for the occasional downpour, and the always-oppressive heat (and the terrible biting insects), the serene paddling might have almost been pleasant. As they came toward a blind bend in the river, Qawasha said quietly (the first sound anyone had made for over an hour), "There are two options I know for camp tonight. One is just around this bend, on the south-western bank, defended by a series of rocks.  Another possibility would be a small island that is about an hour further on. It has the joy of being not on either side of the river, both of which have their perils."Weed clicked his forearms together and pointed forward, but Qawasha ignored him and did not translate.</blockquote>