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The heat of battle finally evaporates from Seanalon. He soberly scans the area and realizes what is happening. He spits out a thick mixture of frenzied saliva and blood onto the forest floor. "F%*@ it. I'll go. Yakumin', C? Ore you gon'stare at a dead troll earl night wicha fanger over yer sniffer like-a dandy?"
"Ain't got time ta'bleed. When's-a next tussle? Oh, en ya. I'm gonna eat that." ~ Seanalon turning away bandages from Grayson while defending his salted pork from Darryl.
Meanwhile..... Gwen was busy at the apartment gathering everyone's contribution to the supplies tax while helping Necropodopotus's group get ready for their migration. He haggled her into giving her some extra supplies, his argument being that by joining the C.U., she and the others would get a share of their supply runs. True... but we'd have to get the supplies for them... she thought. Maybe Jack and Kalyna are on to something.... She wanted to tell migrants the truth. To make them stay and in some way help if they weren't happy with the C.U.. To increase the chances of forcing Othello to step down. It might not work for the best... perhaps the independents not knowing about the coup is what Kalyna had planned... but...
She goes to speak with Herb. He was busy gathering things out of another resident's apartment, who was joining the migration. Gwen: "Do you have enough backpacks?"
They make their way to our apartment. She offers him a seat on the couch, but he says he'd prefer to stand. Herb: "What is it that you need to tell me?"
Herb: "Wow... you really think that would work?"
Herb: "I have to say, with enough people voicing themselves against Othello's treatment, plus the threat of unleashing the Horde into the city, it just might work. Who would we instate, though?"
Herb: "Gwen? You alright?"
He extends his right hand to shake hers but she awkwardly gives him her left. Once he leaves the apartment, she rushes to the bathroom and cleans herself off.
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