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Message: <blockquote data-quote="MummyKitty" data-source="post: 2722696" data-attributes="member: 36179">"Thank you captain," Noonchuck answers Ben.  "I've already eaten some, but perhaps I shall need additional food if I'm to take an extra watch from the injured men... I don't suppose it will get as cold as it does back home, so I should be fine on that count."Noonchuck heads down to the galley and grabs a cup of hot soup.  On his way back to the deck he stops briefly to look in on Grondor and Troth. "Hail brothers.  I hope you are well.  Perhaps later I shall chant over your wounds to plead with the Old One for your speedy recovery."  Noonchuck didn't know the secrets of the shaman of his village, who seemed to be able to heal almost any wound, but he thought he could remember some of the words of his chants, and if not, he could muddle along well enough.  He was taught that the Old One responded to the heart, mind and spirit-- the words were but a focus for the communication that took place on another level altogether.  With a respectful wave to his shipmates, he returns to the deck to see if anything needed to be done.</blockquote>