[center][h2][color=#008b8b]Fionn MacKerracher[/color][/h2][/center]
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Fionn frowned, looking over at Fiadh. [color=#008b8b]"Why do you say that like you've already come up with something?"[/color] he asked, shaking his head. [color=#008b8b]"Well, whatever the case, so long as you're thinking about it before anything might happen. We should probably go look for some of the others by now...no telling where Gerard or Renar have got off to. Tyaethe's probably busy with the royalty...The captain, maybe? She's probably off somewhere in the middle of it all."[/color]

He glanced critically down at his still-soaked tunic. [color=#008b8b]"A quick bath, first,"[/color] he amended his decision. [color=#008b8b]"And then find the captain. Shall we?"[/color] His new sword found its place back in its sheathe, and with a grunt he bent down and picked up the larger of the pair where he had set it down as well.

With a quick look back at the grounds of the tournament proper, he wrinkled his nose at a sudden itch and sneezed as his gaze passed over the royal box. [color=#008b8b]"Do you ever get the feeling that someone's talking about us where we can't hear?"[/color]