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Red, the ginger-haired giant, stood motionless by the gate even as the other slowly filed in one after the other. He had been standing there since before the sun had reason, a solitary guardian at the gate. The rank and file had all given him a wide berth when they had arrived from their barracks a short distance away. The man scared them. He was twice as big and even his axe was bigger than them. <br/>
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A Guild master had approached him shortly after dawn. The man had been animated, waving his arms back and forth, nearly yelling at Red, growing more frustrated by the lack of response from the Giant. Not even his eyes had moved, not even to blink or blot out the rising sun as he continued to look east. The man finally left, leaving Red to his thoughts once more.<br/>
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He noticed as the party formed up. Not one party, but two distinct. The first were the Soldiers. Each of their horses had its own saddle horse tethered to it, an assortment of supplies attached, to better fit their task. The second group, Reds group, were so far a misfit group of people drawn together for unknown reasons. They had one pack horse between them. Where they were going, it could not, but for this journey across the Sea, well, it would suffice. It mainly had three small canvas tents on it - the wind in the Sea could be ceaseless - along with their share of food to get them to the Outpost.<br/>
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Red's attention was drawn by the reaction of one of the pretty girls who seemed to have something to say to their leader. He strained his ears, trying to hear what they had to say to each other.</span>