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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Kobold Stew" data-source="post: 3141036" data-attributes="member: 23484">Danica is the first to arrive at the rock, and she withdraws her torch to lead the group she has led here into the shadow of its mouth, but not further. Wit a confidence unexpected in her years (or in someone her frail size, some would say) she posts guards and indicates defensible positions for archers. She places her pack close to where she had found the mysterious velvet bag not very long ago (I must check into that she thinks to herself), but does not let people linger. She takes two of her group, and leads them down deeper into the cave, to where it forks."I'd like you two to stand guard here.  Spread yourselves out, but it appears these caves go deep, and we've not had a chance to check them out.  I'm suspicious that all of this smell is not due to the bears we fought earlier." Confident that they have their innstructions, and that they will be able to realay a message in case something appears -- "Letting us know of the danger is of top concern" she had stressed -- she leaves them with the torch if they need it, with the intention of checkinng on them regularly.As she emerges from the cave, of course, the other wing has arrived, and are taking up defensible positions. When she is told that Lord Dartis has requested her to be on his guard detail at a parlay, she flushes, and starts biting a fingernail. Nevertheless, she excuses herself, checks the time to see if she needs to recast her mage armor (does so if it is going to last less than an hour) and checks her crossbow. She is biting her lip, not noticing people as they pass by, but trying to look neat, or presentable, or intimidating, or some combination of the three."For Dornithia," she says to herself, standing up and bracing to meet Lord Dartis and his entourage when they arrive for the parlay.</blockquote>

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