[center][h1][color=lightblue]Galahad Caradoc[/color][/h1]
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[color=lightblue]"I think this will do for now."[/color] Galahad grumbled as he set his wrapped halberd against the far wall of the hovel, out of sight. His pack hit the ground with a heavy, metallic [i]clunk[/i]. Honestly, he felt naked without his weapon or armor, but heavy cloak or not- the angular shape of dragoon armor was... distinctive, so it was decided it'd be best if he wasn't wearing it when he didn't have to. Didn't mean he had to like it.

[color=lightblue]"If we're lucky, we shouldn't have to worry about guards coming around an old place like this."[/color] He murmured, [color=lightblue]"But we should still keep at least one of us here at any given moment to make sure we can keep a lookout for the others- and an eye on our stuff."[/color] Galahad remembered the highwaymen that attempted jumping himself, Robin and Rudolf. Drana Asnaeu was no stranger to scoundrels looking for a quick payday- and an unattended hovel of weapons and armor was a waiting treasure trove for folk like that.

[color=lightblue]"I'll take the first watch."[/color] Galahad noted as Rudolf and Izayoi dropped off any unnecessary gear down as well. [color=lightblue]"We should keep our presence as light as possible. Check things out for a few hours, then come back and switch with me."[/color]