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Verloren hopped off her little stallion and gave his neck a scratch for having to carry her so far. She fingered her emerald capped dagger in its sheath and pursed her lips as she surveyed the damage. She noticed a strange man who was successfuly dealing with the pillagers. He seemed to recognize them. Feeling rather uncomfortable, she wrapped her black silken robe around herself and stayed close to Khalraan and Darun, watching the Genesai closley.
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