"Hoskar," says Kobal through chattering teeth, "if there's going to be an attack, the assassins would probably prefer this rain to make it harder for us to see and hear them.  And cover their tracks.  Stay alert."  It's hard to stay focused, but at least with the cold and wet it's not hard to keep awake.  He clutches his javelins and shield closer to himself to try to retain warmth.

While Hoskar and Kobal get wet outside, Melock keeps dry inside watching the windows. With all the torches extinguished, he paces back and forth to keep himself awake and every so often stares out of the windows to look for anything suspicious.

Temush, gets his club and shield ready but  takes a nap until his turn on watch comes around.

Amara was hesitant since her armour had been taken from her. Since she'd been on guard for most of the evening, she napped, while still ready to fight in Angelikas room as best as she could until it came her turn to stand guard.

Henal naps inside Angelika's room waiting his turn on watch while still wearing his leather armour only removing his helm and metal armour.
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The night drags on, with intermittent showers drenching all those that take watch. It's a miserable and tired bunch that see the dawn arrive...

The sound of frogs fills the morning air, as does the smells of breakfasts being cooked and the bustle of early risers about the town.

Waking up Angelika announces "Today we must leave. New Pavis waits..."

Amara startled into wakefulness, her deep slumber broken by her Queen. She groaned as she rose from where she'd fallen asleep. Her eyes burned to open, she coughed loudly feeling poorly as she stood up. "We need to be on our way then" she said her voice sounding strange to her own ears thanks to the congestion.

Hoskar shakes himself briefly, none the worse for his drenching, and sets about donning traveling gear. Back in the armour then. odd when it's off, odd when it's on.

At the order to prepare for departure, he smiles happily. Sometimes, obedience is a pleasure he observes to no-one in particular.
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Temush goes out to check Stomp has kept the rain off warbird-Amara, and to take them some vittles.

Yawning his head off, Melock gets himself ready, "I'll go and make sure they've got some food ready for us." He goes down stairs and asks the first Zebra rider he meets, "Anything happen down here during the night, and who do we see about breakfast?"

Strapping on his armour, Kobal notes the bleary looks of some of the Rangers.  "We'd better be alert today.  Those assassins might have thought it too difficult last night, but today might be their last chance to attack before we move out."

He looks out of the inn.  "It's going to be cold and cloudy today, though thank Thunder Bird the winds will be light.  Better make sure you're warm on your mounts."

"Temush, your truth saying failed last night, but in a good way, haha."
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Ohanzee had turned up in the early hours carrying what looked like a waterskin and a couple of sticks under his arm, which as he placed it by his bedroll made a groaning sound.

He'd then pulled the blanket over himself and slept like a babe, the kind of babe who's breath smells of ale and who snores quietly.

As the call goes about the rooms to wake and ready he is not quick at the job, but is at least without a cold having spent no time on watch.

It takes several hours to get ready, beasts gathered and gear stowed. Bills ae settled and new acquaintances say their farewells.

Temush finds a fully grown ostrich standing next to his own, the bird completely black and with a metallic looking beak.  It glares at everyone who approaches, though it relaxes at the approach of the pygmy nomad.

Meanwhile  Ohanzee and Melock are unable to find the serving girl from the previous night and all those asked about her presumed that she was part of the Rangers' entourage.

Goodfeather, Hommi, their escorts and the two Sages are also ready and once Angelika has finished thanking their hosts, the thorn fences re removed from the gateway and the caravan is able to depart.

Also leaving is a Lunar patrol...

Temush whistles as he feeds the ostriches.

The black bird of death whistles back.
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Ohanzee is intrigued by the serving girls even more now that it seems she was not who anyone thought she was, Perhaps not even what anyone thought she was! he thinks, his mind racing with possibilities A Lunar spy, a trickster out for fun?

He sits upon Feldspar pondering these thoughts as they await the thorn gate removal until his line of thought is broken though as he spots the Lunars preparing to leave. In honour of the friends he made last night and to perhaps aggravate the patrol he takes up the strange skin placing it under his arm and puts one of the sticks into his mouth whilst holding another like a flute.

The bag begins groaning as starts to blow into the bag inflating it and after a few seconds, with the bag full the thing starts to emit a strange sounding tune as his finders play over the holes in the tube he holds. And an old Sartar tune blows strong in the breeze, a tune he'd picked up from the locals.

Amara glared at Ohanzee, not in a good mood thanks to her illness. "If you continue with that, I'll pin you to the ground with a javelin. The objective here is to get to Pavis without attracting the attention of absolutely everyone between here and there."

Ohanzee grins at Amara with one side of his mouth, the tube from the bagpipes still in the other side as he uses the reservoir of air in the bag whilst inhaling another breath.

If he can hear her above the wail of the pipes he doesn't show, rather giving her a nod of 'yes good isn't it' and continuing to play their ride out the compound nodding to the locals.

Those locals present, including a large group of infatuated warriors, cheer as Ohanzee starts to play and Amara passes them.

Temush whistles along once he's picked up the tune from Ohanzee's ghost cats.

Henal speaks to the cats before he remarks "Ohanzee the cats wonder if you should be put out of your suffering with the noise you are making."

Kobal pays his last respects at the shrines of Waha and the Storm Bull before mounting Black Hoof.  He tries to note as many details as he can of the Lunar patrol which is heading out, including whether it includes the man who returned Amara's javelin to her.

"Ohanzee, stop that.  You're making Temush and Amara feel even worse.
 Or ride half a day behind us."
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Amara felt miserable and irritable. And Ohanzee was ignoring her. "Two days to Pavis and we'll be letting absolutely everyone between here and there know we're coming." she said grumpily, while trying not to let the fact show that the real primary reason she didn't want him to play was the assault on her ears.

At the cheers from the locals Ohanzee blows another verse before stowing the instrument and waving goodbye with a bow of his head atop Feldspar.

When Melock hears that no one knows who the serving girl was, he can't help but smile as it's not often he's met anyone who can fool two Ravens at the same time. His smile soon fades when Ohanzee starts to make noise with his new instrument. As the other Rangers complain, Melock's smile returns and he shouts to Ohanzee, "Play some more and make it louder!"