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[Rainshadow]

  "Finally!" Vel breathed, limping from the opposite side of the rock to Elda.  "Can we go now?"

  Elda felt for her ladle, happy that the rats hadn't thought it was a weapon.  She pulled it out of her belt, jogging towards Roald.  "Roald!" she called softly, not wanting to wake the entire horde, "Roald, do ye ken where mah shield be?  Ah have me ladle on mah paerson, but I dinnae ken where mah shield is."

[Shadowed One]

Roald silently pointed towards everybeasts weapons, which had a sleeping rat guarding them.

[KitrallStreamrippler]

Nama followed Roald's paw and grinned. There was her bow, and the guard was asleep! Well, he wasn't ever going to wake up; Nama would make sure of that. She covered the rat's mouth with a paw, then quickly dragged him to the edge of the cliff and dumped him off. Waving Roald, Elda, and the rest over, the tall otter started returning weapons to their proper owners.

[Shadowed One]

Roald retrieved his weapons, then silently began moving to the cliff path that led down to the shore. He pointed at the ships below, and motioned for the others to come quickly.