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[center][h1][color=9e005d]Constantin Kolev [/color][/h1]
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Location:  The Tent City.[/center]
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 [color=9e005d]“Damn everything...”[/color] Constantin sighed and cursed under his breath in annoyance. So much happened, but fate, luck or another higher power seemed to thing it was not enough. To lose someone in such a way. There was no way to even intervene if he was there. A strange feeling of regret and helplessness took over him for a moment and then it left as his determination returned along with a bite of cheeze. There was no place for regret and negative feeling such as that. He had to focus and take care of things that had yet to happen. 

 Suddenly just as he was taking a sip from the cup of rakia, he heard a familiar voice call for him, so he followed the source and it led his sight right at the good old Bazhooli. [color=9e005d][i]'Hay... eeh?'[/i][/color] He thought, but nodded and stood up.[color=9e005d]” Alright!”[/color] Was his reply as he jumped into action to locate the nearest hay bale. True enough he did not have to search much since bales of hay weren't exactly very stealthy things.

 Soon enough he reached it, grabbed it and started heading back, making sure to not be near any flame sources until he reached The Great Bazhooli.[color=9e005d]”  Hay's here.”[/color] He stated, starting to spread it around the ground... bloody ground.[color=9e005d]” … I didn't expect this. But there be vorse vays to go I suppose.”[/color] He quietly said.