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Post by Horas on Dec 4, 2009 15:59:42 GMT -5
"Aye," Quentyn says. He shoulders his pack and enters the barracks, then looks around.
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Post by The Smith on Dec 4, 2009 16:17:29 GMT -5
The barracks is standard. There are two dice games going one, and men lounge about near many of the small bunks. It is easy to discern which beds are claimed, but the chests at the bottom of the bed. Open, empty ones means no one is sleeping there.
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Post by Horas on Dec 4, 2009 16:23:54 GMT -5
Quentyn tosses his stuff into one of the empty chests, then sits down on the bunk. He leans back as if resting, but keeps an eye on the rest of the room, and always searching for Tomas' face.
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Post by The Smith on Dec 4, 2009 16:25:56 GMT -5
The other men ignore him, but he does over hear talk of the camps of mercenaries outside the city.
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