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Kynnen 73/85
Kynnen's eyebrow arched under his helm. Underground caverns, darkness, and now skeletons that talk. It was starting to feel more and more like home. "I had a feeling you too would talk. My name is not overly important, I am just a passer by." He pointed at the skeleton with his sword "Your's, however, is. It isn't an everyday occurence that I find a standing skeleton speaking to me telepathically." Kynnen wasn't yet comfortable telling his name to the thing, and he kept his closed helm on in case it hasn't yet noticed he was Drow. Under the chain, gloves and helm it was still a fair chance.
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