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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Maerdwyn" data-source="post: 2188591" data-attributes="member: 835">Fredar has surreptitiously moved himself back so that Nate is between him and the new arrivals. Service? er..better let Nate deal with this. Fredar is trying to figure out what to do with Cromewll's body. What does Ketternak do with his dead? he wonders. Still, when Garival approaches the shaman, he looks up and listens. That's right, guy, she's only one 'round here who knows what's going on. While he's listening, Fredar looks Garival and Fenix up and down, trying to figure out what to think of all this. Looking at Garival's sling, and mentally picturing an extra bullet or two flying through the combat beyond the ones he fired off, it dawns on Fredar that these guys probably actually helped out in the combat. The whole experience in Killingtom was a bit maddening, from Nate's whipping to the council's inaction, and now the shock of his corporal's death. His mood is foul, and it's colored his reception of these two. His forces his body to relax just a little and he moves over to Fenix while waiting for the shama's reply to Garival. "Thanks for the aid a few minutes ago. We're all tense right now, as you can see, or you'd get a better greeting," he says quietly.</blockquote>