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Arcades, still in his Elven form, looks at the cats and chicken coup. Animals were far more cappable of uncovering his true self than sentient races. He makes an effort to keep away from them, if only to keep them from hissing and spitting at him.
The disguised dragon places his hand on Kaylisa's shoulder and smiles. [b]"This is a rather nice place, isnt it. Save for the Cats, it could be rather homey."
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