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erilyn nods to the new comer. then to the barkeep, "he wasn't much of a friend so id on;t know. last i saw him he was prisoner to the black sand traders. the one dwarf that has been a good friend of mine is a cleric of great ability. i would be dead several times over without him. i don;t know if he has a clan. he's tight lipped about his family. probably doesn't want them involved in our type of adventuring...or they have their own."
she pauses a moment. then she quickly raises her hand and scratches furiously at her mane above her right ear. "hey stinky, you got fleas?" she asks the odiferous battle rager.
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