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Rodie
With a confused look the bard began speaking in a strange accent, in an unknown language, as he glanced about fightened, he then grabbed Silt by the tunic and began loudly whispering some strange words, a fear induced craze apparent behind his eyes. After a few seconds of this the bard blinked a few times, and released the elf, "Excuse me, I'm not myself, I've been having nightmares for some time now, sometimes while waking. I fear it has had a rather... negative effect on my behavior among the party."
He propped himself up on his elbow, "My turn at watch eh, Thank you for waking me, I'll be ok, I just need to brew some tea, it helps calm my nerves."
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