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Yevaud
Moving into position behind Marcos, Yevaud scanned the hallway, and then began listening for any noise, slowly letting his sword slide completely into the scabbard. While he was confident in his ability to defeat any mortal foe, being on edge for the entire night amplified the natural fatigue he felt as a result of not sleeping. He would press on as long as he was able, and then... he would climb that tree when he reached it.
[ 06-23-2005, 01:26 PM: Message edited by: Morgeruat ]
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