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Message: <blockquote data-quote="silentspace" data-source="post: 1186962" data-attributes="member: 14316">The second watch passes without incident.  The two tents in the center have been dark for some time.  Around the perimeter of the circle are sleeping five drivers, and three guards (including Rekar and Mirik).  Alan and Rowyn are also sleeping here.  Sabala is next to Rowyn, but Braveheart is nowhere to be seen.Six drivers are on their wagons, trying to stay awake and alert with no light.  Dunathar is patrolling on foot, 20 feet outside of the wagons.  The horses all seem to be sleeping.  Beyond them the two patrols are circling.  Only the torches of Darien’s patrol can be seen though.  Zanock and Etherial are patrolling without torches.Etherial is just finishing up memorizing his spells by candlelight when Filbert returns.  Etherial doesn’t want the torch, as his lowlight vision allows him to see as well in the moonlight as he can in daylight.  Not knowing what to do with the torch, Filbert tucks it back into the back of Wagon 1, covering its light.  The dim light of Yong, The Bright Moon, lets him make his way around the campsite without bumping into too many things.  He’s effectively blind though.  After a bit of stumbing, Filbert makes his way to Mirena, and wakes her quietly.  She’s very happy to see Bert again, and hugs him tightly.  Bert asks her what is going on, and if they are treating her well.Mirena whispers “It’s all my fault!  I was just trying to be friendly, just making conversation, that’s all!  I don’t know what I was thinking.  I should’ve known better than to ask Darien what his cargo was!  He’s a Silent Trader, after all.  That’s the merchant trade guild, they make all the decisions about who gets to trade what, and with whom.  House Washel, one of the Council of Five, is a big member.  Maybe they run the whole thing, who knows?  Anyway I realized I had made a mistake right away.  The driver’s job is to drive, and the guard’s job is to guard.  The merchants decide what the cargo is, and where we go.  It’s none of our business, I know that, I really do!  I just forgot for a moment, that’s all.  I didn’t mind being assigned to the last wagon, but what’s been really hard is that Darien told everyone not to talk to me anymore, and everyone’s afraid to now.  That’s what’s really hard!  I’m sure after I’ve been punished enough things will get back to normal though.  Please don’t tell anyone I told you this!  I’m not complaining, I know what I did was wrong, and I’m sorry.”“I’m so glad I met you though!” she says, hugging the halfling tight.  “Will you put your bedroll next to mine?”  It’s about an hour after midnight now.  Filbert is tired, and the spot next to Mirena looks pretty good.  But before he can respond…</blockquote>

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