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Message: <blockquote data-quote="nothingpoetic" data-source="post: 5361214" data-attributes="member: 63112">Chaucer watches as his allies begin to put the plan into action and smiles a bit.  He pulls out an arrow out of his quiver and puts it to his bowstring.  As he tests the draw, his mind drifts back to the boat, the blood, and the bodies.  He takes a deep breath, his vision clears, and he finds himself back in the corridor.  Alright Kanli, you first, once we see the trouble at the back, Kilkin and Brenic get a few of those barrels rolling.  Aradra and I will hit the barrels with oil.  As he finishes reminding others of the order of the gameplan, he bends down, grabs a piece of linen and wraps his arrowhead with it.  The smell of oil covering the small piece of cloth is pungent, and a grim smile creeps over his face.</blockquote>