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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Mark Chance" data-source="post: 5394362" data-attributes="member: 2795">"I'm not sure, Kaer," Timit replied as the pair started across camp to the sandpit. "I just know Fandrake is in one of his moods. Best not keep him waiting."The children waved to Berm as they hurried pell-mell in the direction indicated.The children split up, surrounded Rupert's last known hiding place, and leaped for the capture with squeals of delight. Unfortunately for the children, the ferret had eluded detection and was safely skulking away with at least some pride intact.Shalaye almost bumped into Rorbi, one of the troupe's cooks. She was a plump, sweaty woman dressed in mannish clothes who wore her dark, thick hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. Worry stretched her thin lips into a frown."Beg pardon, Shalaye," Rorbi said. "Have ya seen Vandro? He went down t' the river t' do some fishin' just before dawn. I tol' him t' be back at sunup, but he's still gone."Vandro was Rorbi's teenage son. He was not the brightest lad, but had a heart of gold and would never dream of worrying his mother.Scurrying from beneath the flap of a nearby tent, Rupert slid into view, stopped, and gave Zantalus a pointed look.</blockquote>