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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Axel" data-source="post: 6320290" data-attributes="member: 93196">Bayar had been striding forward, about to start shouting about clearing the intersection, and ready to disentangle the animals with a sword stroke when Jan bursts into song. Turning around with a look of disbelief, and fuming at how strangely inappropriate the bard could be at times, realisation struck Bayar at the same moment. And he said nothing. Standing back from the others and the mess in front, Bayar keeps an eye on the not-too-distant strangers and tries to get his breathing under control after their forced march - there was a good chance of a fight soon enough, and there would be no point if he was too tired to lift his sword. Fingering the hilt if the weapon idly, Bayar watches. And waits. The moment there is a gap big enough to barge through in pursuit, he takes it.</blockquote>