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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rookseye" data-source="post: 3825601" data-attributes="member: 18211">Less battle-weary than the rest, more from luck than anything else, Sepoto was content to take the bulk of the relatively uneventful watches while the others rested and recuperated. The ruin was almost eerily silent now, and the frowning stone on all sides had begun to unnerve the shifter, who never felt quite right when forced to remain a prisoner within four walls. He already longed for the sun and the familiar scents of the jungle. He had consumed the last of his fruit, a slightly mouldering cantaloupe on his last watch before their departure for the level below, and though the juice was sweet, his stomach now rebelled."Sepoto is ready, as well."Then his abdomen makes a sound like lemur squealing in a hollow tree. Audible to all.Thinking of the repulsive undead and his churning stomach, Sepoto excuses himself, deciding to find a remote chamber to make sure his body did not betray him later. Turning to Trebuchet, and patting his composite plating, Sepoto whispers,"Hmm, Sepoto will return in a moment Trenchbucket...you are lucky sometimes that you do not eat as we do..." </blockquote>