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Tagged; Everyone in the party,

Travelling along with the wagon, it was stopped and the apparent leader. Vivian offered to rest or to enter the ancient city of old, at first Artos wanted to enter the city immidietly. Eyeing the overall fatigue of the group, including his own as his mana was still thoroughly drained, he decided otherwise. Raising his voice, [color=#DF0101]"I opt for rest."[/color] he voiced, [color=#DF0101]"I'll also volunteer to be lookout, you all look more tired than me."[/color] Walking next to the wheel of the stopped wheel, and resting his back against it, placing his weapon between his legs and the left side of his neck and also placing his hood over his head.

As he said that, the leader pointed to a shadowy base, with adequate shade, and with a shrug, Artos followed.
[color=#DF0101]"Ellyn, you need to rest the most."[/color] he called out, wondering what she was talking about, something about lactic acid. [color=#DF0101]"Oh, and Sir Hugh, we can later talk about a few paladins who managed to live, like you."[/color] he continued as his deep scarlet eyes danced around the surroundings, looking for anything that could possibly attack the group.