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Message: <blockquote data-quote="The Shaman" data-source="post: 1997630" data-attributes="member: 26473">As Duval speaks on the radio, the rest of the legionnaires fall out to take a pull at a canteen, adjust a web belt, roll up smock sleeves, light a cigarette. Pvt. Dinter sits down on a pile of rocks and removes a boot to extract a pebble and inspect his foot. Apparently satisfied there’s nothing more lurking under his arch, he attempts to replace his boot when the rocks on which he’s resting give way as his weight shifts, dumping him unceremoniously on the ground. As the other legionnaires laugh and Berg call his friend any number of names in German, Marcel sees something moving near the sprawled Dinter’s bare arm and hand – a large yellow scorpion.Initiative check for Marcel, who is standing about fifteen feet from Dinter.</blockquote>