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[color=orange]"Thanks for the offer, Argen. But the thought of bathing with an...orc...does not sit well enough with me."[/color] The word 'orc' practically dripped with venom as he lowered his cloak and sheathed his weapons. Justifiably so. Many of his fellow silver moon soldiers had met their ends at the hands of the vile green-skinned menace. Monsters are monsters, and the orcs are no exception to that fact, plain and simple. [color=orange]"Feel free to enjoy your downtime anyway, I'll accompany Muu and Renauld."[/color] Oz says with a small but polite nod to the phalanx before following the duo, leaning on the trees they passed a few times as the after-effects of Hunter's Rush kicked in.

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Oz was weirded out on how Katya eyed Muu and Renault as well as himself and Argen before she patted herself on the back. He would have dwelled on the subject if not for the second use of Hunter's Rush. He was just plain tired. He quietly heads to the cart and retrieves his sleeping roll and announces to the party present. [color=orange]"I'll take the last watch with whoever is my watch partner."[/color] The ranger then crawls into the tent and bundles up into a sleepy burrito with a wizard hat before being embraced by the gentle arms of sleep.

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The rays of light, combined with the snow sapping his body heat made it impossible for the ranger to get even an extra hour of sleep. His sleeping roll was stiff and when he struggled out of his frozen cocoon he flopped out of the tent, body aching from the events of yesterday. One would easily confuse the groaning ranger dragging himself out of the tent as a recently risen undead. [color=orange]Jaws above...I hope I'm not late for my watch.[/color] He thinks as he drags his sore body across the cold snowy ground. He then notices that the rays of light and the sky were already too bright to warrant the time he had awoken for a watch. Shit. Did he oversleep? This rarely happened...but considering that he, along with his party, was still in the world of the living, it seemed that missing his watch was not that big of a deal. A rogue gust of wind caused the prone ranger to shiver and lift his head to locate the campfire, where he saw the sleepy and slightly irate priestess combing her frozen hair. [color=orange]"Fire...Warmth...Kat..."[/color] Oz muttered into the snow as he dragged his body towards the dying fire and the small priestess. 

Perhaps she has a miracle to help alleviate the muscle fatigue?
 

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[*]Bow +1 x1
[*]Quiver (20 Broad Head Arrows) x1
[*]Arrow Bundle (9 Bodkin Arrows) x1
[*]Trusty Machete x1
[*]Hunting Attire and Cloak x1
[*]Wide Brimmed Hat x1
[*]Durable Backpack[list][*] Sleeping Roll x1
	[*] Mess Kit x1
	[*] Tinderbox x1
	[*] Water Skin x1
	[*] Dried Rations x7
	[*] Coil of Rope (60ft) x1
	[*] Small Hooded Lantern x1
	[*] Spool of Fishing Line (150ft) x1
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[*]Coin Pouch (3 sp, 3 cp)
[*]Dagger x1
[*]Goblin Ears x3
[*]Small Pelt (Unidentified) x1
[*]Raw Meat x1
[*]Abom Pelt x3
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