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Prince Tousa of Darinest
"At least my hair feels of silk rather than dry hay." Tousa retorted back as he continued working through his hair, reaching up to tie it back in a ponytail with a simple cord. Once that was done he moved to quickly roll up the bedrolls and hand them over. "I bet your hair would ignite like dry hay to given the chance. Best be careful in direct sunlight hmm?"
Next was the firepit which he quickly tossed dirt over to make sure that if any embers still existed, they were efficiently snuffed out from lack of air. He looked around the campsite, and once he gave a nod he kicked his spear up into hand and turned back towards the horses. "Ready to leave Anja?"