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Lyulfe
Lyulfe slowly regained consciousness. Keeping his eyes closed for a few more moments, he could hear the fire crackling and see the flickering light behind his eyelids. Opening them, he winced at his pounding headache.
"Ye gods, she wasn't kidding," he muttered to himself as he stretched his weary limbs. Blearily he wondered to himself why he had awoken. He had felt something... and heard something as well.... a scuffle, or a wild animal, or something...
The elf slowly looked around the camp with a slight frown, which deepened as he recounted the number of slumbering bodies. Cursing softly to himself in draconic, he decided which of his companions to awaken.
"Silt," he called softly, touching the slumbering man lightly on the shoulder. "I think we have a problem," he said grimly as the ex-thief regained consciousness.
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