[center][h3][color=ff8800]Asmund Gjanarsson[/color][/h3][/center]
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Asmund moaned. Why... just why did someone apparantly have to destroy the peacefulness of this place ? Of course he had not been able to hear what Laurel's friends were telling her, so he had to stick with the word 'destroyed'. If he had known that this actually meant fire, he probably would have laughed. It had been the stench of smoldering bark that had gotten him here...

He had really just wanted to take in the early morning atmosphere, and Asmund was considering staying here and just letting things happen as a viable option for several seconds. It would have allowed him to think about Laurel's question and, much more important, why she had been appearing to inspect him so intensively. He was probably somewhat spectacular to look at, but something told him that this had not been the only cause. He was unable to determine it any further though and ultimately, curiosity took over.

The gifted got up and started running, trying to follow Laurel as long as he could see her rushing through the woods. Apparently she had more information available to her than he had, so he could not allow himself to loose track of her. Shortly after her rather rageful address towards the other male, he reached them and was barely able to stop without colliding with any of the animals that were accompanying Laurel.

Between his heavy breaths, he asked: "What is going on ?"

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