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Subject: **Begins rummaging through her sack, checking that everything is in it's place. Satisfied, she throws her sack over one shoulder and drapes her cloak over the other. She looks around for something else to carry, as she has no tent. She walks up to Astriana and makes a clumsy salute, her arms full.** This greeny's ready to go, ma'am. When do we leave? Author: Cirla [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 10:34:34 06/25/01 Mon In reply to: Topogo 's message, "* Jogs over, not needing to pack as all he owns is a black jerkin, his sabre, and the satchel of herbs and coins which he carries at all times* What, ho! Naught like a change of scenery and a bit o' exercise to get a chap feeling rght as rain. 'Cept a good battle, o' course. *Walks to his tent, uproots the stakes, and wraps them up tortilla-style. He selects a smooth vine hanging from a nearby tree, slices it down, and ties it to the ends of the stakes that are sticking out. He hooks the strap of his homemade backpack over his shoulder and salutes* What now, sah?" on 08:39:51 06/25/01 Mon [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date **Finishes wrapping up his tent and secures it onto his knapsack, which, unlike Kinnan's, is relatively small. He meets questioning glances with a grumbled** Dun eat much. **to Kinnan** I'm ready t'move out. Dunno about the reccies though, I dun see many. (NT) Favre 13:35:29 06/25/01 Mon