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Message: <blockquote data-quote="stonegod" data-source="post: 4431600" data-attributes="member: 36973">Terran tends to everyone's wounds as the party prepares for rest. Invigorated, the group rests for an uneventful night, the sounds of the jungle a distant comfort.[sblock=Genithar]Genithar thinks he heard something moving away from the camp in the morning, and trying to be stealthy about it. Probably not an animal.[/sblock]Gregory looks anxious to get out of the jungle. His mood is not lightened by the lizard's voice coming from the canopy: Drow watcherssss in the night. Be wary.Ogre's spit. Come on; I want to get this thing open before sunset... and I am sure you want your rewards.With the burly shifter carrying the chest with Corran's assistance, the lizard provides most of the guide duties, if "guiding" by hisses from an unseen scout counts. The gaps between the "guidance" occasionally leaves doubts whether Thral'k is still around sometimes.About midday, the group comes upon a stream that looks like many others, except this one has a drow poised on the other side, as if waiting. He wears strange, chitinous armor with markings only known to his dark kind. Sniffing the air, it addresses the group in halting common.No farther. You take what ours. Give back or dies.OOC: Reactions?</blockquote>