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The figure in the corner seemed to snap out of its reverie at that point and looked around. He reached up and removed his hood, and all of a sudden his face came into view. He had jet black hair and piercing green eyes. He was human, but one would swear he had elven ancestors somewhere far back in his family tree, him big slightly slimmer, and his ears being a little more pointed than the average man. Many had wondered what became of Dantes after the fall of the modding mage, since he had not been seen since. And here he sits in a dwarven bar. Rumor had been that he was wandering the planes, searching for a way to end the hunger that had taken refuge in the hills.
"The water will be fine for me, thank you" Dantes murmered, as he crushed some herbs into the water, and sipped.
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Now the swinging bridge<br />Is quieted with creepers. . . <br />Like our tendrilled life. -Basho
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