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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dave Turner" data-source="post: 3340973" data-attributes="member: 12329">For a moment, Akilu pauses in indecision.  The press of the numerous boxes, the sudden stop to the thumping, and the breeze fight for his attention.  The guttural moaning snaps his attention into focus."Plenty of boxes," he says under his breath, "There's a breeze.  And two moans, from different spots."The barbarian leans to the side and snatches his tribe's trident from the wall.  He throws the trident through the trapdoor with a seemingly-casual flick of the wrist.  Above the group, the sound of the tines thunking into the attic's low-ceiling reveals the strength of Akilu's wrist.  He places a hand on either side of the trapdoor opening and crouches slightly."I'm sick of jumping at shadows," he growls.  "It's time the shadows started jumping from us."The darfellan launches himself through the trapdoor and ends up crouching on the attic floor.  He reaches over and unsticks his trident from the ceiling, searching the shadows for a foe.</blockquote>