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Lorath sat next to the fire, and grabbed a stick out of the sand. The others were going about their tasks - investigating the immediate area, listening to the jungle, or just talking. Not wanting to interrupt any of them, he began thinking of what they could do the next day. They didn't really have anywhere else to go, except back to the encampment, and he felt that their work out here was yet to be finished.
Taking the stick in his fingers like a pen he began drawing in the sand. Nothing in particular at first, just some doodles that would get washed away in a matter of hours, but quickly became something else: a plan.
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