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The icy eyed boy sat atop a lone tree branch, watching with mild interest as the other campers scurried around searching for the flag. He was never really one for games, and he saw no point in playing this one. But he occasionally joined in if he felt like it and since he had nothing else to do this was a viable option. He yawned and leaned back against the bark of the tree.
After a while of watching, Tomas Raziel leaped from the tree branch and landed on the ground on all fours. Then stood and scanned the empty trees for any sign of campers. Seeing none he carefully made his way to where he thought was the other teams flag, keeping close to the shadows he called friends.
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