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Post by Avatre Obsidius on Mar 12, 2014 21:02:08 GMT
Avatre eyed him curiously, taking a slow step away. "Then we shall cross the sea. You look.. ill, however. Are you sick?"
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Post by Smith on Mar 14, 2014 0:29:00 GMT
"I am afraid I am not sick.... just.... panicking." He rubbed at his nose, and began to weep.
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Post by Avatre Obsidius on Mar 14, 2014 17:28:55 GMT
Avatre realized the issue a mass-panic would cause, looking around. "There's no need to panic. Between the supplies on my ships, and the supplies on here, we only need to make a quick stop at a harbor to get the rest of what we need." Avatre lied casually as he waited for the rest of his force to arrive.
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