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Message: <blockquote data-quote="KriticalFailure" data-source="post: 3794106" data-attributes="member: 55563">After a long day of traveling, Krit pulls out his bedroll, smelling the familiar waft of his fathers pipe as he does so. Every time he brought it out it always seemed to send back to his youth. to a small village that was once his home. He longed for things to be different, but he knew that he was unable to change the past. His face hardens as he remembers that day. Quickly shaking his head of these thoughts, he returns to his task of setting up his bed. After laying his bedroll out he unstraps his bow and quiver, laying them close at hand. Next he unstraps his rapier and places it on the other side of his bedroll, next to his back pack. Lastly he unsheaths his small dagger and places it under his pillow. You can never be too way he thinks to himself as he crawls into bed.</blockquote>