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located in Kingdom Of Ethieven, a part of Stand and Deliver, one of the many universes on RPG.

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Jeremiah sharpened his knife in the orange light cast by the fire. The steady scrape of the steel on the coarse whetstone resounded in the quiet. He knew the quiet would not last. Soon Jack would start talking again. Jeremiah cherished the moments of silence, the hard pace set by the eldest Hunt brother did nothing to damper the talkative man's spirits. Four days of hard riding were part and parcel for Jeremiah, but he could see the haggard look in some of his companion's eyes. Though he was sure he looked worse. As Jeremiah scratched his beard he considered his decision to wait until after the job to shave. It was best to send the authorities looking for a bearded mountain man.

Reversing his grip on the knife, Jeremiah dug the handle in the dirt to mark "JT" behind the Duke's party. With his other hand he patted the heft of a wood axe that lay beside him in the dirt. Jeremiah had stolen it from a farm a few days back. "I'll drop behind 'em here if we have the time. It should only take half a turn of the glass, maybe more, before the Duke and his boys ride through fer me to make it ready."

A pop came from the fire and a few embers drifted away on the breeze. Jeremiah rubbed his hands together before the flames. The cold reached into a man's bone, it was almost unnatural in this season. He looked upwards at the clear sky and sighed. This was the kind of weather before a storm. "I figure even if we don't have the time I can come up behind 'em and make sure they don't start thinkin' fer themselves."