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He nodded, "I don't mind." Waving for her to follow him, he sat down at a table near the window. His gaze watched the woman in front of him. Sorrow was clearly written on her beautiful elven face. His anger started to rise again. Why did the world choose all the wrong people for horrible things to happen to? He grumbled to himself then felt her eyes on him. With an embarrassed cough, he looked over at her. "I don't think we've introduced our selves yet. I'm Teveriel."
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