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Anarrima 70/60
She watched the blotched human walk away and the air seemed to become fresher. She gazed long and hard at the crumbled form of the elven man Elethias and remembered his strength that she savored when all appeared lost. He had not let her falter behind. Now she could not return the favor. He was lost. This sickened the poor elf, because she knew that if she were a higher level of Cleric, she would have been able to do more than she was now. The tears frely flowed for her fallen campanion.
Not about to allow the tainted one's words to affect her, Anarrima continued to watch over the sleeping wounded and trust that her goddess would save her and her friends before the giants returned.
She still believed.
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