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Yevaud
Not knowing what else to do Yevaud continued to hold Anarrima as she cried, he did not tell ask why, he simply let her get the terror out of her system, the look he shot the guard who had followed her said “I will have more than words with you if this is your doing” a promise the elf appeared more than willing to carry out. Yevaud then returned his attention to Anarrima holding her in one arm and gently running his hand through her hair whispering comforting words in elven. There would be time to decide what was wrong, and what to do about it, until then he could enjoy the feel of the elf maid he’d pined over, always out of reach and beneath her notice, as she clung to him like a drowning sailor clung to driftwood.
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