[Native Poser]

Merit: *sitting in his tent, reloading his gun & sharpening his pocket knife*

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Jeteal: *smile disapears from her face when she looses sight of the other mudokon* ..sigh.... *looks up at the darkening sky* (its getting late..Hope I dont get eaten by a slog...) *lets out a small cough*

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Nomad: *sitting on the ground silently, listening to the four sligs conversation* (...Poor kid..) *looks around* (I cant let her stay here! She be shipped off to slavery..) *throws his voice, mimicing the voice of one of the guards.
N: *in slig voice* Idiot *tosses a rock with his foot at one of the guards--hitting him in the back of the head*
1Slig: Ow! Son of a--
N: *I.S.V.* Oops!
1Slig: *punches another on of the guards*
2Slig: What the hell was that for?!
1Slig: You know what it's for!
*sligs end up getting into a fight--other two guards trying to pull them apart*
Nomad: *slips off into the woods--circling around to where Jet is* (....there she is..) *watches Jeteal from the bushes, & unties his hands--waiting for a good time to grab her & make a run for it*