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You couldn't sleep for the awful fright that kept you up in bed last
WHO: Araceli Bonaventura, Clint Barton, Maria Hill
WHAT: Camping in the Mire
WHEN: The duration of staying in the Fallow Mire
WHERE: ...a tent. In the Mire.
NOTES: Feel free to hop around
WHAT: Camping in the Mire
WHEN: The duration of staying in the Fallow Mire
WHERE: ...a tent. In the Mire.
NOTES: Feel free to hop around
Everything in the Fallow Mire was soggy, and the tent and the people sleeping within it were no exception. The undead just added to the overall moist ambiance. But there was still the normal matters of sleeping, eating, sitting by the fire and keeping watch to take care of on top of the rest of it. With so many tasks to be taken care of, not all tent members may try to be sleeping at the same time. But, for better or worse, there was no avoiding company in such close quarters.

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Drunk and crazy? Clint actually laughed at that, deep and hearty that filled his chest like it was the funniest thing he had heard. "Thedas has always been drunk and crazy. Wait until you see darkspawn."
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She took her sip, a slightly wry smile forming as Clint finished his laughing.
"Possibly because last time it ended in darkspawn."
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"I heard enough about Darkspawn on the way here, someone explained the whole Blight thing. But this..." Hang on, she needed a minute to try to wrap her head around it. "It's happened before?"
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He's not going to mention the horse thing, because really? She hasn't seen a horse? What a poor girl. Horses were majestic - how could anyone not be around such majestic creatures?
As he was - "Four times before. Blights are rather a big deal in Thedas."