*As the dragons dissappeared, the halfling looked up from the wingless monster she had just finished off.*

That...may or may not...humm...

*A bit away, she noticed a figure about her height beside Lemac. Chisel, she knew, was still with Elbo and Nasas.*

I wonder...

*As Lemac and the other dwarf headed for the group with Chisel, so did the woman, arriving slightly after them, a bit behind the men already gathered. At the sight of Falcon, her eyes widened slightly, then a grin broke across her face. At the reminder of the impending battle, however, the grin vanished, replaced by a small frown line right between her eyebrows.*

No magic means mi quiver...aw crud. How did I get into this again? Doesn' really matter...I did. I wish...

*Face suddenly impassive, the young woman shifted the position of her quiver, slinging the strap across her torso instead of on one shoulder. Removing the hatchet from her waist, she tucked it into the small of her back, held down by the full quiver. An unattached arrowhead appears from the top of a boot and is tied to the end of the whip doubling for her belt. It dissappears under a coil as the end is tucked back in. The knives remain sheathed, and no weapon but the quiver of arrows is obvious. Removing the wrapped bow, she unwraps and strings it in seconds. The oilcloth is secured around her string arm, and an arrow is in rest position.*

So. Everybody's alive. Grand. Shall we?
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