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Calarlyth smiled, and nodded to the elf (Lyulfe), bowing slightly, seemingly a little confused at the hand. Then he hesistantly extended his own, and replied, "It is an honour to meet you sir," the younger elf smiled, "How could I not take care of him? Aryxon is more then a familiar; he is a companion and a friend." the little dragonet perked up, and looked up curiously at Lyulfe, and wrapped his tail around the adult elf's finger, and chirped cheerfully, his small gem-like eyes glowing with curiosity. Calarlyth grinned, "He seems to like you, sir." The bladesinger looked curious, "Well, I am not travelling anywhere, right away... it will be a pleasure to meet this Skye of yours." He smiled and nodded politely.
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