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[color=darkorange]"...I will."[/color] Dallas wrapped his fingers around the dagger's hilt with a certain degree of reverence. He did not take things from others lightly. He mentally took note of Poppy's unusually soft demeanor today. Perhaps Cerise's departure was affecting her more deeply than he realized. 

[color=khaki]"Hey you two."[/color] Dallas turned around to see Desmond approaching them. [color=khaki]"I overheard that you're looking for some hands with fixing the window Dallas. I think I will stay behind and organize the storage room and see if anyone else wants to help with fixing the window."[/color] The male revenant shook his head at the offer. 

[color=darkorange]"Nah, don't worry about it. It looks like everyone's hands are full. Thanks though."[/color] Dallas gave the two a polite farewell before making himself scarce. He wouldn't need to do any elaborate preparation for the trip. Poppy's first aid kit would be enough since he would be more likely to run from danger rather than confront it. Like she said, this was not a job of vital importance to the Commune. It wasn't worth risking his neck. 

Dallas made his way to the storage wing to retrieve his axe from its mount. The bolted on metal strip holding the shaft together made a grating sound as he lifted it over his shoulder. The thought that he might have to say farewell to his trusty weapon gave him pause. Armaments suitable for slaying the bigger Lost were hard to come by, especially at this size. The fact that the axe was about to break despite the quality of its materials went to show how much force Dallas put into his attacks. Besides his weapon, he also took a travel bag and a pair of shoulder straps for carrying furniture. The last thing he did was tie Poppy's dagger to the side of his leg, though it was his hope that it wouldn't be needed for anything more serious than cutting some rope or cloth.

[color=darkorange][i]I would sooner fight bare handed than swing around a toothpick like Erik does.[/i][/color] The last thing he needed was a map. Dallas visited the planning room and borrowed one of the smaller ones, circling a town nearby that wasn't connected to the main road of the Crow's Nest. It was called Tranquilo, though whether that was an appropriate name or not was up to the number of Lost wandering around there. 

Dallas banged on the wall after reaching the front door to let everyone know he was leaving before sprinting down the hill. When he returned he would hopefully have a replacement for the broken window and maybe some other niceties on the side.