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[@Dealdric]
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[@Mag Lev]
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[color=gray]"I'd prefer it if you didn't."[/color] Einarr said, staring at the necromancer from out the corner of his eye. [color=gray]"Not only because your true visage would probably make them too terrified to talk, but also because word of your actions would spread throughout camp like wild fire. And trust me, that's the last thing we need."[/color] Einarr grumbled as he turned around fully and strode past the old Starfallen and off towards the opposite side of the camp.

While Einarr kept an eye out for surrounding dangers or obstacles in his path as he went along, he mainly kept his gaze focused on the ground beneath his feet. Having seen the type of boot the scout had been wearing a few minutes earlier, it was an easy task for the old ranger to track his boot prints in the mud and snow all the way to the tent. 

After a few more minutes of walking Einarr found himself standing outside of the medical tent, the sounds of pained moaning coming from within. Taking one last look at the area he'd just come from and his companions who were starting to make their way towards him, Einarr parted the tent flaps and stepped inside.