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ILLEK (To Verloren, without the slightest sign of embarrassment, he stands and bows gracefully) "Your Highness, I stood by on the off-chance that you might desire some information. I would be happy to escort one of my kindred, so fair, back to that spot. My name is Illek Silverhair, of the wood elves. Are you sufficiently refreshed? I am at perfect liberty to set off at once."
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