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Derek

Character Info
Name: Derek
Age: 26
Alignment: LG
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Class: Mercenary
Silver: 144
[Event over, no post for a while… I'm going to wrap up my involvement in this]

Everyone else in the tent seemed to be distracted by one thing or another and Derek saw this as his chance to move on. He needed to get back to his own people, his company. They had healers of their own, not that he didn't appreciate the help he had received, but he felt almost like he was intruding on something here. These people were.. Different. He was just a common soldier, but there was something about some of these people that spoke of much greater power. He looked to the side of the bed, seeing his belongings piled neatly, the clothing folded on top. He was feeling better, but it would be some time, he though, before he was back in his prime. The blonde had moved on to help someone else and with nobody paying attention he slipped out of the bed.

As he sat up properly, his feet touching the ground, his head began to swim again. His vision blurred, doubled, and then after a wave of nausea had washed over him and threatened to send him heaving onto the ground, his vision cleared. He blinked, moving slowly, gathering up his belongings, but all remaining traces of whatever that had been seemed to have vanished. He smiled to himself, thanking the people who had helped him and promising he would offer a prayer for them as soon as he had the chance. As for now, though, he needed to be off, to find out what had happened and what he had missed.

Derek found himself standing out in the camp, barefoot and half naked. The sunlight felt good, and the fresh air tasted great, though. Somewhere close by a bard was singing and that was a beautiful sound. He was in a much better mood now that he was closer to the source of the singing, and began pulling on his clothes before someone saw him and accused him of something… Unseemly. He laughed quietly to himself as he tugged on his boots, pulled on his armor and strapped on his empty sword belt. He would have to apologize to the quartermaster when he got back. As he took off alone through the camp he caught sight of the bard, a small blonde, and elf her suspected though why he thought that was a mystery to him.

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