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Lyulfe
Lyulfe was resting peacefully on the bed, his eyes closed as his body slowly restored his depleted magic stores. At the sound of the door easing open he slightly cracked open an eye; its violet orb is hazy, lacking the usual spark of magic. Realising that Rong had returned he sat up, moving more quickly than he had previously.
"Ah, I see you found a cloak. I must thank you for having to put up with me in this state," Lyulfe said, twisting his lips into a wry smile. He stood, his appearance and the cautionary hand placed on the bed's headboard the only signs that all was not right with the elf.
ooc- could I get a description of the cloak, or do you want me to decide that?
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