[SP-F11] To Gather Again

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As Itzal sat on the tower of Taft, looking over the buildings and such, he sighed.  The boss meeting had pretty much ended as he figured it would:  He wasn't going to be much help this round.  All he could do for now was supply the front liners with materials to craft their equipment.  With his cloak equipped he stood up and made his way down the tower.  Opal had told him that whether he believed it or not, his position as a scout was a very important one and that he should be proud to be one.  Perhaps he would in the future, but right now he wished he could be of more help.  Even Beatbox would be able to deal damage, though he'd risk getting himself killed Itzal wasn't excited about that one.  In fact he'd rather Beatbox just sit this one out as well.  It wasn't just Itzal either.  Kasier was nervous he was going to join the raid and was glad he decided not to.  They cared about each other too much to feel comfortable like that.

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The road rolls ever on and on