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016 » it's a shot in the dark but i'll make it
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[mornings, in ramza's camp, move both early and sluggish.
as dashing and heroic as it would be to simply run off to zeltennia, a party of roughly twenty men and women can do no such thing. a few well-trained soldiers rise before the crack of dawn; the others wake as the sky brightens, or else, because the sound and chatter of those that are packing to leave become impossible to ignore.
ramza and agrias are two of the precious few "heretics" that are up before sunrise, and they set to work immediately, with little conversation to spare. armor has to be put on, strapped, buckled; blankets must be packed, tents folded into canvas squares. ladd and mustadio join in the morning chores a bit later, taking stock of the party's food and water; rapha and marach, more keenly trained, work at concealing all traces of their tents and campfires in case anyone may be following their trail. alicia and lavian, the sentries from last night, are apparently being rewarded with the privilege of napping astride the pack chocobos while the others saddle the birds up with luggage and gear.
it's only later — when almost everything has been done, and the group is mostly waiting on some fastidious healers who insisted on washing themselves of last night's dirt in a nearby stream — that ramza realizes he hasn't yet seen the group's wayward knight templar, and raises his voice in the middle of camp.]
Isilud?
[mornings, in ramza's camp, move both early and sluggish.
as dashing and heroic as it would be to simply run off to zeltennia, a party of roughly twenty men and women can do no such thing. a few well-trained soldiers rise before the crack of dawn; the others wake as the sky brightens, or else, because the sound and chatter of those that are packing to leave become impossible to ignore.
ramza and agrias are two of the precious few "heretics" that are up before sunrise, and they set to work immediately, with little conversation to spare. armor has to be put on, strapped, buckled; blankets must be packed, tents folded into canvas squares. ladd and mustadio join in the morning chores a bit later, taking stock of the party's food and water; rapha and marach, more keenly trained, work at concealing all traces of their tents and campfires in case anyone may be following their trail. alicia and lavian, the sentries from last night, are apparently being rewarded with the privilege of napping astride the pack chocobos while the others saddle the birds up with luggage and gear.
it's only later — when almost everything has been done, and the group is mostly waiting on some fastidious healers who insisted on washing themselves of last night's dirt in a nearby stream — that ramza realizes he hasn't yet seen the group's wayward knight templar, and raises his voice in the middle of camp.]
Isilud?