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Zell sat up in a flash, one hand grabbing his scabbard next to him and looking to his left where the disturbance had come from.  It seemed in his wariness of this new world, even the security of watch-shifts wouldn't stop him from being a light sleeper.  He was next to the well-made shelter of Lillianna, staring at the wall of branches near the mouth that was the entrance. A scan of the camp showed no movement - no further noises of the same sort - the only activity coming from MacKensie and Adam, who were quietly chatting and hadn't noticed him.  The sky was pale, dawn was here.

Coast clear.  The swordsman's muscles relaxed, no longer ready to spring him into action.  Reluctantly he let go of his weapon and dug the heels of his palms into his eyes to wake himself up a bit.  There was no point in going back to sleep now anyway.

[color=gold]"Oww..."[/color]

"?" Zell grunted, sat there for a second as his mind put together the pieces - the sound of the disturbance along with Lillianna's report.  He got up, then went and squatted down at the shelter's front entrance to get the final part of the puzzle; the sight of the wizard lay there rubbing her head. He smirked as it all began to make sense.  "Morning Lilly pad," he greeted, continuing his streak of giving nicknames to the gang.  "You alright there?"

His eyes were drawn to the gold, metal cube cradled in her arms.  [i]So this is it,[/i] he thought.  [i]The oh-so-important package requiring a nine-man courier team.[/i]  It certainly looked special.  Fuck knows why Lillianna had seen fit to hold it like a small baby while she slept, but Zell didn't ask.  In fact, not wanting to stare overly long, he looked away, then reached over to grab his backpack and then the end of his bed roll, before dragging it toward himself so he could begin rolling it up to pack away.

MacKensie and Adam had begun waking up the others.  "Morning guys," he offered, before turning his attention back to the woman in the shelter.  He rose to stand, offering a hand out for her to grab and aid his comrade to her feet.  Just like with handing out nicknames, with the formation 'team talk' yesterday evening, he was having trouble leaving the sports habits back in the old world.