Chalk nods, but pauses to rummage through the dead man's belt pouches. Once he's grabbed what was left of the White Leg's ammo he steps over something disgusting on the floor and heads out. "Not far from here," he says. "Feels good to be doing some actual scouting, not just following the others' marks."
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Date: 2015-11-16 07:02 pm (UTC)