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Aoison
Village of Todmey, Market street
~Your friend, Lowell, stopped by as he walked down the streets. Lowell was exceptionally tall for a wood elf, had tousled brown hair, abyssal dark brown eyes, and... A crowd of women chasing him nearly everywhere he went. Lowell found some peace walking to your stand this morning. The ranger gave you a grin (something many lasses would die for) as he walked up.~ "Good morning Aoison! How are you today?"
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