"It is time I reckon." Said the rather distracted ranger as he got to his feet. "Going by what exile has taught me I silently observe and make my own conclusions and decisions. Once I know, I speak. Obviously I know nothing at this point." Sleepy smiled a bit. Maybe a memory from an old day or maybe something else but either way it was probably irrelevant to the situation at hand.
"I reckon
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is one of the three we're after. Why? Well probably because of the way he has been. Mind you, I dislike a fair number here but when it comes to survival... hate is not something you take into account." He nodded at the folk present. "Now if you'd excuse me..."
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