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...Garaeth...
~You have no trouble finding a suitable in within the castle gates. 'The Lion's Mane' was filled to the brim with soldiers and fortune-seekers not unlike yourselves. Your horses were stabled, and you spent a bit of gold for food and accomidations.~
...Mistral...
~Kala toyed mournfully with the blades of grass at her feet.~ "The duredhel... The dark elves..." ~She bites her lower lip, blinking back tears.~ "That is where they have gone. To fight a war." ~She looked venemously across the pond, her lips pursed tight.~ "Damnable destiny..." ~She looked up at you.~ "But you intend to chase him. Now don't you? You're brave laurehini, but foolish. Silas Ancarak, the long fang, he wouldn't stand for that... No matter how much he loves you." ~She eyed the cloak you wore with a soft smile.~ "Judging your atire I'd say he loves you quite a lot though. Tell me Mistral, do you know the old tradition behind that?"
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