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Turgon loooked suspiciously on the two others. A small and slim figure, perhaps a Rogue? The other one looked more like the nature-loving one. Turgon had always acted with caution before, and he saw no reason to not do the same now. For all he knew, these could both be evil and manipulating creatures. He grabbed for his Dagger, which he normally kept in his belt. He didn't know why, it was just that kind of situation. He didn't find his knife, though, it seemed like he had been stripped of all his belongings. But there was one thing noone ever could take away from him, his magic. Being ready to fire a Magic Missile, he carefully tried to initiate some dialogue. His throat felt all dry and crispy, but he managed to get out a few words.
"Who are you?," was the only words that came to his head at the moment. He glanced at both Elves at the same time.
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