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Subject: **Cirla stands and begins searching for a long, hard stick, muttering to herself, her voice shrill with anticipation.** Huh, can't have a decent fight without a spear at your side. Yes, a nice, long, dangerous spear. **Finding a stick to her liking, she settles back down by the tree and begins sharpening one end with her knife. When it's got a good tip on it, she carries it over to the fire and holds it in the flames. When the end becomes dark, she pulls it out, grinning.** There, there, tis done! **Looks around for the leaders.** Ready, sirs. Author: Cirla [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 17:01:28 03/13/02 Wed In reply to: Kinnan Ulfe 's message, "To the whole Patrol..." on 15:18:11 03/13/02 Wed [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date **Cirla stands and begins searching for a long, hard stick, muttering to herself, her voice shrill with anticipation.** Huh, can't have a decent fight without a spear at your side. Yes, a nice, long, dangerous spear. **Finding a stick to her liking, she settles back down by the tree and begins sharpening one end with her knife. When it's got a good tip on it, she carries it over to the fire and holds it in the flames. When the end becomes dark, she pulls it out, grinning.** There, there, tis done! **Looks around for the leaders.** Ready, sirs. (NT) Cirla 17:02:50 03/13/02 Wed OOC: Oh, that's lovely....imagine it posting twice! Sorry bout that..... (NT) C 17:04:20 03/13/02 Wed