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erilyn looks at the obviously ungreatful elf. her many swords moved with her as she approached him. "good to hear common curtesy is in this land," she says looking at the barkeep. turning to the elf, "one pidly sword? it better have some great enchantment on it to risk so much. if i help you will you come to my world and help me? my tribe was slautered while i was a child. i have been searching warriors and other adventurers to help me. treasure is as you find it, that is of course if you could even survive in my world!"
she looks at him for a moment longer, "even with the rain im ust go...i will return shortly."
as she walks out the door she places a silk bandanna over her mane. the lion elf turns and looks again at all the occupants of the bar, laughing outloud, "dwarves with hair....so weird!"
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