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"I've still some... hunting to do. I'll catch up to you." Galein spoke, still as though he was discussing the weather... there was no doubt in anyone's mind exactly what he meant, nor that he would fail in his attempt to do it. After all, this was an elven prince who had been defending his people and his kingdom... for decades. That he was practised at this was becoming painfully obvious. Jena had to wonder if he was some sort of woodland stalker-assassin type...
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