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Pausing at the sound of the half-nymph's voice, Aeriah turned to face her and smiled slightly. "I am often quiet, though I thank m'lady's interest in my welfare."
Sighing slightly, he looked up at the treetop canopy and whispered, "In the beauty of such a place as this, the magnificence... I wonder at our appointed task and what plagues the land… just how important our concerns are. After all, we are… but small beings in the grander scheme of things and our significance.., seems slight when compared with such a place as this."
Pausing for breath, the elf shook his head and sighed, "And as to you, you are more beautiful then any elf I’ve ever laid eyes upon… I have to wonder if you are… perhaps something more. I have not failed to notice your distaste is stronger then an elf’s for our ‘dear friend’ the necromancer." The monk’s tone held more then slight sarcasm and distaste for Able. "You were also… more respectful to the tree then many would be. Are you a child of the forest?”
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