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[color=Palegreen]Time[/color]: Morning
[color=Lightblue]Location[/color]: Ra Monde
[color=Palegreen]Interactions[/color]: [@Dezuel]
[color=Lightblue]Ambience[/color]: [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WPpVMmTt74Q]Ra Monde[/url]

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After training Ilan returned to the safety of Ra Monde, as was his custom. Mr Alburn was needed elsewhere so the faun was left to his own devices for the remainder of the day. He was unsure what to do with himself. There were no patients to care for at the moment. It wasn't easy to relax, play a joyful tune, eat some honey cakes. There was this perpetual atmosphere of tension in Ra Monde. Belladonna's arrival had lit up the spark inside the hearts of the rebels. Everyone seemed anxious to spring into action. Ilan wasn't the only one training, every capable person had taken up weapons and other means of self defense. The prospect of war made Ilan very uneasy. He remembered what little he'd seen of it. Actual battle experience he didn't have a lot of. He only got involved in the aftermath, when he took care of the wounded. 

The young faun wandered around the grounds of Ra Monde with a frown on his face, accompanied only by his troubled thoughts. Belladonna was now the leader of the Golden Death. Ilan knew little about them, the stories varied and up until he'd seen Baraian he didn't even know they truly existed. They weren't as scary as he initially thought, at least Baraian seemed to have their best interest in mind, despite of the circumstances during their first meeting. Ilan hoped Belladonna would do well as a leader. The rebels really wished for it, so maybe so should he. 

During his walk he passed by Baraian's tent. He heard the dark elf laughing hysterically. Ilan looked at the entrance of the tent with a questioning look, the corners of his mouth drawing into a involuntary smile. He was pretty sure he'd never heard the man laugh like that before, or rather laugh at all. He hesitated to go inside. The faun didn't really have any business to discuss, on the other hand being Belladonna's advisor he might have some plans on what they should do next. He stood outside of the tent, fidgeting with the hem of his sleeve. The laughter started to die down.    

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