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Cyrus
The half-elf cleared his throat, his silver eyes glancing quickly about to his human companions. No matter how she seems or what she claims to be, I really cannot risk having her at their backs. He then clucked his tongue and looked to the drow. "Well met then Mirylene, I'm Cyrus." He figured Aragorn's laws of decency wouldn't apply to this dark one, so he held out his hand. "And you'll be riding with me." He didn't wait for an answer or any protests from the other party members, he just put on his classic roguish grin, grabbed the lady by the wrist, and hoisted her up. He then addressed the rest of the group. "We're going to make our way through this wood, and then it should only be about a day or two's ride to the den. We'll rest for maybe three hours this afternoon, and we'll get a full night of sleep before we charge off to bardsongs or graves. Sound fair? Of course it does. Now let's move." With that he clucked his tongue and sent his horse off to the lead at a quick lope.
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