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Curamir had spent the day doing one task after another and was glad of the chance for a rest when it came. Hauling boxes from one place to another was an easy enough task for an hour or so but the morning had dragged on and for a while it had seemed like they were never going to get everything into it's rightful place.
He had spent the beginning of the day with Nimir and Lingwė, but hadn't seen the former since he had been taken away to join the archers. He was worried about his new friend, and just hoped this battle would go well enough that they would all be able to meet up at the end. He had no idea of what lay ahead, he'd never been in battle before and only had Lingwė's stories to go from. He knew Lingwė had been shielding him somewhat from the truth with what he said, holding back details that were frightening, or that he just didn't want to remember. Nevertheless he had gleaned enough from what was unspoken to know that this was not going to be pretty, and he was glad to have someone with at least a little experience by his side.
Just as he was beginning to get a little tired of all the waiting around, and the jokes that were being told to try and relieve some of the tension, there was a shout and everything seemed to happen all at once. The remaining weapons were distributed without care for who they were going to and how and everyone was ordered to their feet and positions. In seconds Curamir found himself squashed between Lingwė and another soldier as their orders were bellowed to them. Standing in silence, he waited.
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