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Message: <blockquote data-quote="deadestdai" data-source="post: 2156979" data-attributes="member: 13678">Skarsus was glad that the previous day's confrontation hadn't escalated into a situation that could have become quite deadly for all parties involved. Cristen, whilst an able warrior was in Skarsus opinion, far too hot-headed and quick to take offense to make a good leader. On more than one mission disaster had been kept at bay through hurried on-the-spot planning to cope with the man's prideful shortcomings. Skarsus shook his head. Still, the company is still here, AND in full compliment. I'm sure that Cristen has done his best nonetheless. The young officer turned to watch the camp awaken, his former borther's-in-arms rising swiftly (If a little groggily) with the same military urgency that he had instilled in them when he had been in charge quite a contrast to the lazy rising of his new companions. He had hardly slept himself, and the little rest he had found had been fitful and ridden with nightmares of his family's murder. So after only a few hours of rest, the warrior had spent the remainder of the night planning the journey ahead.Breakfast was a welcome break from his thoughts and he eagerly swallowed the hot bacon and salted breads available. Just as he was about to head up for a second cup of hot brew, he saw both Thromgril and the elven wizard headed his way and waited to see what they had to say.</blockquote>