[h3][center][b][color=forestgreen]Col Ward[/color][/b][/center][/h3]
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Col felt a shiver go down his spine that was part fear, part anticipation. A chance for revenge perhaps, but also a chance to die. His sword was in his hand without thinking and he let out a shout to wake the others, having discarded the notion that whatever was out there would pass them by. Marque was the first to react, quickly grabbing a burning log from the fire and holding it in front of himself defensively, to Col's approval. For a lord he was quick to pick up a weapon, crude though it may be. Lorenzo was awake as well. [color=forestgreen]"I'm glad you find this amusing, perhaps you have no use of fear, not having much to live for, but others are not so fortunate."[/color] His words were biting, the cripple's lackadaisical approach a far contrast to what Col deemed the appropriate response to the situation. Perhaps in the arms of someone with no legs swords and fire were useless, but Col would much rather prefer them than not, and the fact that civilization existed served to prove his point had merit: otherwise man would have fallen to beast long ago. He doubted that the animals would be so easily pacified as Lorenzo seemed to think, but he was willing to give it a try regardless. Still holding his sword in one hand and keeping his buckler close by, Col rummaged through his pack with one hand, finding some strips of meat that made up his rations and hurling them into the night. 



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-Leather armor
-Short-sword
-Buckler
-Merlin 
-Merlin saddle, etc
-2 days worth of rations
-Half full Water flask
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