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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Kobold Stew" data-source="post: 3121501" data-attributes="member: 23484">It has been a long day's walk, and Courage is pleased that the drinking and excitement from the night before has not slowed their pace much. As the group arrives at the proposed campsite, Courage immediately begins to gather firewood.  She is smiling, and apparently whistling a half-forgotten tune--the same thre bars, over and over, each time followed by an attempted continuation, that never quite sounds right. In twenty minutes or so, there is a small pile of wood ready to be lit.  Courage is finishing off some blackberries she has found and picked, popping the last three or four in her mouth. She takes her canteen, and pours some water into her hands and rubs them together, removing thedirt from the wood and the juice from the berries. She dries her hands by rubbing her fingers through her hair. As her hands work their way towards the back of her scalp, she reveals the elfin ears that her dark hair usually keeps hidden. "Will you all excuse me for a while?" she asks to the group generally, as she makes her way for a mossy mound, encased in the shadows from the Iron hills. The sun had set before them over an hour ago, now, but the proximity to the hills suggested that the twilight might continue for hours yet, before it truly got dark. She removes her armour, revealing a dark wool undershirt, and dark green trousers. She lays the intricately worked armour beside her posessions, covers them with her pack, and does some stretching before laying down on her back, pillowing her head on a forearm. Courage falls asleep.She wakes automatically about two hours before midnight. She sits up, stretches, and greets anyone who is sitting around the fire (assuming it was lit). "I can take the night watch, if you like," she offers, smiling. She goes to the mound, pulls on her mithril shirt, the cable-knot designs rippling in the shadows. Courage vacates the mound, leaving room for someone else igf they wish, bringing her posessions to where the others are, and there she sits through the night, either alone or in the company of others--waking people for their shifts, or not, as they wish--until morning.  She has a small pile of berries waiting for anyone to take when dawn arrives, but it is really not enough to count as a suitable breakfast for one. Courage has not kept the fire going, and it is clear she has sifted the coals to ensure there are no remaining embers. She is ready to continue the journey.</blockquote>

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