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Message: <blockquote data-quote="jkason" data-source="post: 2736419" data-attributes="member: 2710">Magyar Rhinehold, human rogueMag secures his cloak, settles his pouch of sling bullets in easy reach on his belt, then trots up on deck. He wraps the sling easily around his hand--easy to snap out for use, but out of the way for handling the shortspear. The spear itself, though stripped of most of its ostentation, still shows signs of its original use: Mag could do nothing to remove the false runes inscribe all along the shaft, and the glass jewel set in the haft would, he had decided, take too much effort to dig out without damaging the weapon. Still, it was far more serviceable without all the feathers and small animal pelts that used to adorn it. Whether Mag himself would be able to use the shortspear for it's more utilitarian purpose, well, that was still to be seen."I appreciate it, Noon," the young man says at the warrior's announcement he'll be in earshot. It goes without saying that Mag has little experience with guarding. Still he sets himself to the task, walking a circuit around the railing, crossing the middle of the deck, checking ropes are still secure, ladders still withdrawn and where they were left. "When mother told me I had a great life of walking the boards ahead of me, I can't say this is what I imagined," he mutters to himself. Then he shrugs and resumes the watch.</blockquote>