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Message: <blockquote data-quote="HolyMan" data-source="post: 5282197" data-attributes="member: 84167">As Darling approaches Fallon she sees the old man standing with a piece of parchment in one hand. He stands tapping the rolled paper on his chin as if lost in thought. The donkey he holds the lead rope to stands behind him nuzzeling at some grass... or is it trying to chew threw the rope? Shrugging that off the young girl stops excitedly before the old wrinkled man ready. Fallon starts with surprise (deep in thought indeed), and then smiles causeing more wrinkles to show on his face. "Good then, then ready are we?" he asks but already knowing the answer by the way she is dressed. "Ahead, ahead of us Darling is a battle," the old man says seriously. Fallon uses the parchment to point to the black smoke a few miles in the distance. "And I, I have no knowledge of what it is the irregulars are to do once we encounter whoever is fighting there."  His face going sad he says softly, "It seems, seems that the core leaders of this army do not seem to remember us here, here in the rear." "I need, need to know what they are planning if we are to survive this upcoming encounter. And that is where, where you come in my dear," he says affectionly. "But you mustn't, MUSTN'T go and speak to anyone in charge. Watch, listen, observer, speak to the lower lieutenants or a guard of the watch." [sblock=Pillow Talk Knowledge]Darling knows that irregulars "iggots" are not allowed in the main camp. So talking to somewhere there seems like a strange request unless she had some higher ups permission. And glad you are having fun btw. <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f61b.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":p" title="Stick out tongue    :p"  data-smilie="7"data-shortname=":p" /> [/sblock]</blockquote>

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