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ooc-um, posting for Verloren is stressful(because someone makes his char so whiney and difficult), so i'll post some Alliene
Alliene and the drow warrior sat beneath a large drooping weeping willow tree in the center of the gardens. It was a good place to escape the sun, the annoying sounds of wood hitting wood and twanging bow strings. A good place to escape life. The thin branches cascaded off the trunk and piled on the ground, creating the perfect hideout. The sea-elf glanced over at her charge and sighed. Maybe he was stubborn, but he was good company. Alliene leaned against the trunk, pulling her knees up to her chest.
"Why must my mistakes always come back to taunt me," she whispered to no one in particular.
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