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<blockquote data-quote="Binder Fred" data-source="post: 6962646" data-attributes="member: 63746">Supply tent:She's nonplussed, brown eyes wider than usual, pose frozen with a small hand-mirror half-extracted from the beltpouch at her hip... and quickly rammed back down again.Her mouth moves without sound... and then she recovers, lined face hardening. &quot;I hope you don't expect me to thank you,&quot; she huffs as she storms out, fur cape swirling behind her.===Why did he do that? Pointless. Utterly stupid -- AND pointless.&nbsp; That man was the most infuriating --&nbsp; Deliberately&nbsp; -- And yet, somehow, it had felt...&quot;Caring is the path to pain, boy. Remember that,&quot; she snapsAngry with herself, Narashae strides over to the side of the hill on which their camp has been established, ordering the boy to bring her a stool, she cares not from where...On which she settles with a sigh, leaning on the warhammer planted between armoured thighs. And then she watches, as the sun slowly sets behind the clouds; watches as the gloaming slowly inches across the blasted land; watches as it ponderously swallows the low and then the high structures that make up the City of Ash...Her eyes are tightly locked vaults. Her thoughts are her own.OOC: Narasha wishes to observe the city (and their patrol section to the north in particular) for any signs of activity, most notably lights at night. Any concentration of lights? Some landmarks of note maybe? Then she will go to bed in her field-cot, the boy sleeping on a blanket on the ground.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Binder Fred, post: 6962646, member: 63746"] Supply tent: She's nonplussed, brown eyes wider than usual, pose frozen with a small hand-mirror half-extracted from the beltpouch at her hip... and quickly rammed back down again. Her mouth moves without sound... and then she recovers, lined face hardening. "I hope you don't expect me to thank you," she huffs as she storms out, fur cape swirling behind her. === Why did he do that? Pointless. Utterly stupid -- AND pointless. That man was the most infuriating -- Deliberately -- And yet, somehow, it had felt... "Caring is the path to pain, boy. Remember that," she snaps Angry with herself, Narashae strides over to the side of the hill on which their camp has been established, ordering the boy to bring her a stool, she cares not from where... On which she settles with a sigh, leaning on the warhammer planted between armoured thighs. And then she watches, as the sun slowly sets behind the clouds; watches as the gloaming slowly inches across the blasted land; watches as it ponderously swallows the low and then the high structures that make up the City of Ash... Her eyes are tightly locked vaults. Her thoughts are her own. [I]OOC: Narasha wishes to observe the city (and their patrol section to the north in particular) for any signs of activity, most notably lights at night. Any concentration of lights? Some landmarks of note maybe? Then she will go to bed in her field-cot, the boy sleeping on a blanket on the ground.[/I] [/QUOTE]

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