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  KaMara nodded in acquiesce to Hiruq's insistence on not being considered a superior, instead just as a comrade in arms. The others brought up good points and addressed quickly by Hiruq. There was still plenty of daylight left to discuss any other questions that arose.  Importantly, those questions could be discussed [i][b] inside [/b][/i]where the wind wasn't gnawing the heat from her bones.  She was no stranger to the icy cold and damp, shed lived in a cave for the last however many years it'd been since she came to this weird world.  But this kind of chill was on a whole new level...  
  
  She followed the cadre through the narrow passages of the wall and into the Mess.  The thick, smoke stained timbers and scarred tables had a million war stories to tell and most of them sad.  KaMara kept close to Emily and took a seat at the long trencher table across from her and beside the small Mousekin.  "[color=0072bc]She sounds like the folks 'back home'.[/color]" she said to Itsy, nodding towards Moo, as she accepted a steaming bowl of broth and noodles from a kitchen steward. "[color=0072bc]Clearest spoken person I've heard in a while...[/color]"  Taking a couple of draughts of the thin, but hot, stock from the bowl she continued, "[color=0072bc] Don't worry about how [i]she[/i] fights and fight your own fight. Y'know.  I bet you're fast and nimble.  Surgical, no, tactical strikes at vulnerable spots. Right? Me and the Antler Lady are big ol' targets to draw attention so you and 'You-May' and the others can do your thing...[/color]" She flashed a smile at the 'Mouseketeer' as she looked away to see if there was any bread to go with the noodles & broth.