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Dreggan paused for a moment. He felt a nagging tug at his mind, as if someone was watching him. He turned to find Nina gazing lovingly at Vanelee and Matt catching up in the distance. The scent, as well as the sight, of a pile of orcs burning soon reached him as he looked beyond the monk.
He stopped walking, shaking his head. He saw that Matt already sense his disapproval, since his usual beaming smile was somewhat subdued. Glaring at him, the thief turned around and resumed his ascent. If anyone had trouble tracking the group, the monk's enthusiastic, if incredibly foolish act would undoubtedly serve as a handy beacon saying: "Look, a battle was fought here, we obligingly left you this gigantic pile of burning corpses in case you were wondering if we had passed this way. Please, do catch up." Dreggan audibly groaned at the thought, then felt the weight of his purse which had bulged slightly after his fleecing of the brutes. It wouldn't be a complete waste, after all...
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