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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Sparky" data-source="post: 1376737" data-attributes="member: 13681">Zadkiel looks to the boys and puts his fingers to his mouth to whistle them down. The opening of the mine leers behind him and Semm speaks. The words give Whistler pause. He tugs his hat at Semm, "Truer words, Semm. Truer words..." He remembers his pack and trots up the slope, gesturing The Boys to follow him back down. Passing the Animal he quietly says, "I know you'll keep 'em safe." And to The Boys, "Stay here. Semm will look after you." He scratches Lupe’s ruff, giving the wolf a very quick once-over to assess the worst of the damage. “Stay here, Lupe`. I won’t let anything happen to Brahnz.” He winces and smiles ruefully at the wolf, “Anything more.”Turning toward the mine entrance he sees the disappearing forms of the others and trots to catch up. I can feel it. Arrowin didn’t lie. It calls out. They round the corner and Zadkiel barely clears his sword in a rasp of steel by the time Brahnz, Tzzecct and Mantis have annihilated the remaining Orcs. Feathers flutter in the stifling air. It's miserable hot in here. What’s that…?Whistler steps up, sheathing his sword, long legs clearing the bodies of the Orcs easily. Pulling off his hat and wiping his brow, he looks at the pathetic folk before him. Brahnz steps up next to him, her words and demeanor soothing, if her countenance is not. Wings flaring to cool himself Zadkiel addresses the assemblage, “I am Marshall Zadkiel.” He indicates the others with a gesture, “These are Gabriel and Tzzecct. And you already met Brahnz. The renegade Scion is dead. We will help you out of here.“ The gray elf stoops to examine the crumpled form, eyes thumbing back lids and making a perfunctory check of the body’s condition. He does the same for the others and helps carry any out who cannot walk on their own. “Another waits outside. Semm. He is… imposing. Do not fear.”</blockquote>

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