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...Murdock...
~The elf chuckled, holding up a peaceful hand and shaking his head.~ "No, no arrows! Here, let me help you..." ~He offered a hand to help you up.~ "You'll have to forgive your welcome. My sister and I are from Rostil a hidden place of high elves on the edge of Seeker's Lake. This is her first time traveling with my caravan, and suffice to say she hasn't learned much common yet... Really having a hard time with it..." ~He shrugged.~ "As for your captors, I couldn't see so much of them in the dark. Three males, really evil looking chaps. All cloaked in black." ~His brow furrowed.~ "I speak every language from the Red Silence to Lake Narrow, so I know they were Macadere. I couldn't make out what they were screeching though. Just pharoantee, which means in the tongue of snakes, princess." ~He scratched his chin.~ "But I'm sure that means absolutely nothing to you." ~His grey eyes looked at you with suspicion.~ "But who are you that has friends of Macadere? Not many of them wander out, much less talk to men like you and I. Do you perhaps know Byrd Rae'Lani? He's the most pleasant creature to ever come out of that damnable desert and he's done a bit of traveling. I'd be curious if you do, I haven't heard anything out of him since his daughters got abducted. They say one of them lived too! Can't think of her name... Z... Zora? No... Z..." ~His little sister looked warily on from behind a thick-trunked tree.~
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