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Legolas
Legolas nods, then drops his pack to the floor. Most of his arrows follow. He removes the leather string from his hair, and uses it to bind his knife to his arm. Once he's shoved it all into a corner, he shoulders his bow. No sense in keeping his equipment on him if he knew he'd be captured. He couldn't waste time tracking it down again after his future captor took it all.
The elf takes a deep breath before leaving the building.
"Let's go then."
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