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Aeriah: 29/29
The elf, paused, and looked at the girl with shrewd eyes, before asking in his soft voice, “Oh?”
His smile was warm and lit up his face, however, his glass-green eyes welcoming. Absently, the five-foot-nine elf swept his hand through his pony tail, scratching at his shaved head. Frowning slightly, he added, “This style of hair is odd to me; I do not remember why I wear it.”
His causal comment was so common-place, so easy going that any other time, it wouldn’t have been funny, but now, it seemed to be. The fine mist still sprinkled down, covering them all in a thin shroud and seemed to have no intention of letting up.
“As to working through this together… we all are; that is the purpose of a party, is it not? To place the needs of others above yourself and aid your like-minded companions, surely?”
Aeriah paused, sighing and giving the girl a chance to respond. It was clear something was still troubling him, but what it was, not even he knew.
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