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	 [color=D2691E]"M-my... best clothes...r-right, heh...,"[/color] Hilde repsponded thinking about what she owned as she returned Chihiro's embrace. She wouldn't say any of her clothes were [i]bad[/i] per say. But having not growing up wanting to be a dancer, Hilde never thought to buy anything other than plain clothes, something light and easy to work in, or something that could still be flattering, but nothing ever as special or flashy like the girls being taught by Madame Valia. For Hilde, her armor was her 'best clothes'. She kept it clean and maintained, and there was a lot of work put into the armor and cloth adornments. That would be enough to impress a noble, wouldn't it?  [color=D2691E]"Anyway, we should probably do as the chief says and get some rest, morning will be here before we know it,"[/color] she said hastily changing the subject as she laid out two bedrolls from her storage compartment of her light skiff. "I had brought an extra, in case you needed one, I didn't see you with one when you left," Hilde stated as she tossed the other bedroll to Chihiro.

	Hilde then started to roll out her own bedroll, making sure it was set before she started getting out of her armor. She first took her sword and laid it by her bedding, the chest-piece, single gauntlet and greaves, waist pieces that covered the side of hip and pper thighs, and setting any adornments like her cape to the side. What was left was a black and white, close fitting jumper like garment that ended in about short shorts length, laced up in the front the bottom up to the chest, and was sleeveless,completely covered p to the neck. She had finger-less gloves that went up to her biceps and thigh high leggings. Her body, had signs of strong muscle underneath, like most varuk, it was toned due to the work she applied herself to. However, as athletic and tone as she was, she still had quite a feminine curve about her that was only made more obvious as she sat at her bedroll and stretched, sitting cross-legged for a moment as she arched her back with her hands clasped and stretched into the air as well, unthinkingly accentuating her chest before laying on her side with a satisfied sigh to face Chihiro.  [color=D2691E]"I love my armor but it feels nice to ditch the heavy plates at the end of the day,"[/color] she said with a smile. And it was no joke either, the varuk, when they did make armor, made armor that their body would be able to support, meaning thick heavy pieces of metal much thicker than the plate armor most humans wore into battle. Due to a Varuk's heavier frame and muscle density, It was normally no problem to wear such heavy armor if it was desired, though they usually preferred mobility, which was reflected in Hilde's barebaones set of armor. Heavy plates, but only where needed. 

	 [color=D2691E]"G'night Chihiro,"[/color] she said happily as she somewhat curled her legs in and closed her eyes to try to get to rest as soon as possible.


	Allanon couldn't help but shake the feeling that he was being watched the whole time he was outside, though if he were t have looked around, there would be no sign of enemies nearby. Not to mention, when he returned into the cave, the sensation was gone. From his position, he could easily see most the scout party as they settled down as well, Bidzil seeming to just relax in the sand instead of most who were on a tin bedroll for traveling. He was dead to the world and sleeping like a log. Any with a strong sense in mana flow would notice that whatever increase in power or mana they were taking in, seemed to subside, though whether if they noticed it happened the more Bidzil drifted into his slumber or not had remained to be seen.

	-hours into the night, everyone is asleep, save for one insomniac satyr-

	They had to all be asleep by now, right? Maybe if she could just take a peek... A half wolf beastman with blue fur slowly crept inside of the cave, the sand on her wide paws making virtually no sound as she wove through the camp. She knows she smelled something to eat in here, but where? There was that giant wyrm a ways outside, but after  a part of it had been picked at by another wyrm, there was only some scraps left, and whatever smell she had picked up from here, not knowing about Anrak cooking the meat or that it was the smell she picked up on earlier, but she had to trace the source. She could see that there was one of this odd pack still awake, keeping an eye over the others. She did her best to avoid him and his detection. She would find a bag here and there, and pick up the scent of some food, but it was always dry or some brittle flat crunchy thing. Or an odd yellowish wedge, which she did happen to pilfer one next to some red coated individual. These creatures' fur was so strange, and some had these shell like things, but unlike a turtle it didn't seem like they could hide in them. She pondered if they were like the armored sand wolves in the region over the mountains. Creepy devils, their tails were funny as well, she didn't like it.

	Eventually, she found herself creeping closer to where the fire was, she sniffed around, the scent being strongest around here, meaning the food had to be here somewhere...