<span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">(<a class="username" data-user-id="5865" data-username="@Josey" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5865/">@Josey</a>)(<a class="username" data-user-id="6169" data-username="@Purplefairydust" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6169/">@Purplefairydust</a>)(<a class="username" data-user-id="2453" data-username="@Zulma" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2453/">@Zulma</a>)<br/>
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"The Comedian"<br/>
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Toby was sweating.  Hehad been exerting himself, what with helping Clara climb the tree and then hiking through the woods toward what now looked to be a bonfire.  Count your blessings, he said to himself, the whole forest might have been on fire instead of contained in this circle.<br/>
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Josey suggested that Clara be their spokesperson.  Being a businesswoman, she had an air of authority and Toby's masculinity wasn't hurt in the least.  He'd be happy to play 'advisor' to the 'warrior queen', his days as a fighting soldier were far behind him.<br/>
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Toby was doing the best thing that he thought he could do, under the circumstances.  He was being on the lookout for danger.  Danger to Cassie, Clara, Josey and himself.  <br/>
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He stomach grumbled and his throat felt dry.  If the natives were obliging, some food and drink would be nice..., still, a voice in the back of his head said, beware of dealing with Faeries.</span></span></span>