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Raymond
Raymond and Isaura have set up a meager little camp, near the base of the Oak Tree. Raymond happened to have the skill to use the thick grasses found in the meadow to knit together a nice tent covering that he insisted Isaura use for sleep and what ever else she might need to use it for. He had insisted on being the first watch that night and that he would wake her when he began to be tired, but in truth he had no intentions of ever rousing her from sleep. He had pulled all-nighters before, and found that he really was not that weary the next day, so decided it best to rely on this strange gift he had and let his traveling partner rest fully.
She had graciously accepted his gift of the make-shift tent and was also happy to know he could cook a nice rabbit stew. Water was easily found near the meadow and a few wild onions were also discovered along the path. Rosemary was growing wild in the woods, which seasoned the rabbit well.
After dinner, they said their parting good-nights and Isuara scurried off to her tent. Raymond picked a nice patch of moss to set down on and took out his short-sword that seemed he had been given another lifetime ago, and began to whittle on a wooden block, intent on finishing this project that he had statred on a few days ago. He had not decided what the figurine would become yet. Maybe a statue, maybe a musical instrument of some type. It would tell its own tale soon enough.
Raymond, of course, kept an ear out for any close rustling sounds that would prove to be danger. He was not going to be taken by surprise...if he was trusted to guard a lady.
[ 01-06-2002: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]
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