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Syrathic HP:45/74
Syrathic smiled absently as everyone parted ways again, his eyes following the Elf maiden a little ways. Then he sighed softly, shaking his head slightly. "And once again, we all go our separate ways. It seems that we're more of a haphazardly thrown together group than I thought." He thought for a moment to himself. "Well, I might as well see if I can find anything else that might be of use to myself."
After a few moments of searching, he found the Gnome that had helped him procure that nice theiving equipment. "Wait! What is his name? Think Syrathic! You can't just call him Gnome, especially since he's been so helpful." It was a minor fault of his, but he had been working hard to fix it.
Syrathic thought back, and just before he called out to the Gnome, he recalled the name. "Hey, Kellor! Can you help me again?" he asked with an embarrassed grin. "You seem to be very knowledge of my craft, so I was hoping you could help me find some lock picks or some climbing gear."
When Kellor nodded, Syrathic sighed with relief. He was emotionally drained. "I hope we have a day to rest and recuperate," he thought as he followed Kellor.
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