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Brylla squinted into the sudden light. "Tianea?" she said, still confused about what was going on. She looked past the woman and recognized Tianea's room. "Are we under attack?" she asked, her mind trying to find some rationale explanation as to why she and Karin had been hiding in a darkened tunnel
 
Brylla squinted into the sudden light.  "Tianea?" she said, still confused about what was going on.  She looked past the woman and recognized Tianea's room.  "Are we under attack?" she asked, her mind trying to find some rationale explanation as to why she and Karin had been hiding in a darkened tunnel


Tianea smiled. "No.. No we werent.." Karin looked at tianea. "Do you think she remembers?" Tianea shookher head.
 
"Remember what?!" Brylla asked as she steadied herself against the cave wall, still recovering from the blow to the head. Here she was feeling like a herd of horses was galloping around inside her skull and these two seemed to be having some sort of private joke at her expense. "The white tiger? I remember the thing running at me and then..." her statement faded away as she tried to remember anything between that point and waking up in the dark tunnel.


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Algar entered the side tunnel and walked the short distance to The Pit, watching his step carefully lest he misjudge the edge of the hole. He reached the torch out over the pit, trying to see down into it. "What happened to the boy?!" he exclaimed, dropping the facade of "tough bandit" for the moment. The child had been shaken, certainly, when Algar had grabbed him in battle, but not bloodied and unconscious.
 
"Remember what?!" Brylla asked as she steadied herself against the cave wall, still recovering from the blow to the head.  Here she was feeling like a herd of horses was galloping around inside her skull and these two seemed to be having some sort of private joke at her expense.  "The white tiger?  I remember the thing running at me and then..."  her statement faded away as she tried to remember anything between that point and waking up in the dark tunnel.  


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Algar entered the side tunnel and walked the short distance to The Pit, watching his step carefully lest he misjudge the edge of the hole.  He reached the torch out over the pit, trying to see down into it.  "What happened to the boy?!" he exclaimed, dropping the facade of "tough bandit" for the moment.  The child had been shaken, certainly, when Algar had grabbed him in battle, but not bloodied and unconscious.    


"Nothing." Karin said quickly. "I got to get back to my room." She said and left hurridly.
 
Raven watched the caravan people, leaning against a tree. She let her curiosity draw her closer to them, listening to any bits of their conversations she could hear.
 
(StarrNico, is Raven by Terrick and crew down by the abandoned wagon? Or up by the remaining three wagons with the rest of the guards and merchants?)


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Brylla blinked a few times as she watched her younger friend leave Tianea's room. Still feeling dizzy, she set herself down on the edge of the older bandit's bed. "You're hurt," she said, noticing the bandages around the woman's mid-section. "Is it bad?"
 
(StarrNico, is Raven by Terrick and crew down by the abandoned wagon?  Or up by the remaining three wagons with the rest of the guards and merchants?)


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Brylla blinked a few times as she watched her younger friend leave Tianea's room.  Still feeling dizzy, she set herself down on the edge of the older bandit's bed.  "You're hurt," she said, noticing the bandages around the woman's mid-section.  "Is it bad?"


Tianea looked at her stomache. "You should remember you-" tianea broke off her sentance.
 
(Either one, I guess by Terrick and his group)


The four man crew had collected almost every rock within site and piled these on top of the bodies of the dead caravan guards, entombing them to protect their flesh from animals. When the task was complete, the sun was beginning to set and the four stood still for a few minutes, looking at the unmarked grave.

Terrick, never very eloquent with words, fell back on a prayer he had learned a long time ago and recited it aloud as way of saying goodbye to friends both new and old.

"May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face.
May the rain fall softly upon your fields until we meet again,
And may God hold you in the hollow of his hand."

Terrick sighed and looked at the setting sun. While collecting rocks, they had searched for sign of Linden or Mavis, but all they'd found was a trail made by the bandits when they left with the wagon's goods. And even that trail disappeared quickly when it hit rocky ground.

"I heard the boy yell," Terrick said, as they starting gathering up the items to take back to the caravan. "He called out to me for help..." he tried to push down the incredible feeling of guilt over not rushing to the boy's aid. Even though the logical part of his brain argued that it would have spelled his death had he turned his back on the foe he'd been engaged with.
 

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