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The elf pulled himself up the rest of the way and sat down corss-legged on the floor, keeping both Brendon and the old man in his sight. The deep blue cloak wrapped itself around the elf, as if it were protecting him. "Greetings, Brendon Grey," the elf answered, the musical tones of elvish speech still evident in his use of the common tongue. He looked at Brendon, tilting his head back in order to see from under the hood of his cloak. Brendon could see the elf's bright blue eyes for a split second before the elf lowered his head once again. "I am Syrathic, swashbuckler extraordinarie," the elf continued in his smooth voice. "I have also been known to rangers as the Starshadow, but that is a story for another time. If you will have me, I will venture with you against this... enemy called the Hunger, though I do not know what it is, or whence it came. A young, seculsive adventurer such as myself is usually the last to know of such things."
occ: Larry- Brendon can see some kind of pain or emptiness in the elf's eyes in that split second, but because of the shortness of that length of time, he probably thinks he's imagining it.
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