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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Vigwyn the Unruly" data-source="post: 3324475" data-attributes="member: 20345">Padraig, Male Human Veteran (Fighter)Padraig awakens to the cold, bracing air. After going about his daily ablutions, he changes back into his armor and fur clothing. "It's good to see everyone in such a fine mood this morning! Thanks again, Ruathen and Konstantine, for keeping watch--it's nice that the rest of us can get a proper night's sleep in the wilds. And Zagnak, good food as always," comments Padraig, rubbing his full belly.After packing and making ready for the day's journey, Padraig looks back at the lake, then up at the mountains. In their shadow, a chill descends upon him that signifies more than just cold air. Though it does no good, the veteran cinches up his furs against it. Padraig attempts to put his feelings of foreboding out of his mind. Putting on a brave face, he turns back to his friends, "Shall I take point?"[sblock=OOC]Unless anyone objects, Padraig will march in the lead. In the wilderness, it makes sense that he would need his hands free, so his weapons will be sheathed. However, in dungeons, caves, etc., he would probably have his sword out in most dangerous situations.[/sblock]</blockquote>