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"you are welcome to join me," erilyn says to calaethis. she has now determined he may not be trouble. "ignore the dwarf called dagorion, he is poor sport. someone willing to give up to save lives, even his own, is a coward where i come from." erilyn finishes her tankard of ale and orders another. she looks at calaethis again, "you have more honor, i hope. and i hope you're good at weaving a tale."
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*peek-a-boo*
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