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Detheriel
Detheriel sniffed suspiciously.
"Fire!" he exlaimed. "I think you're right Zakaria. We don't want to get trapped by the blaze. Let's return to the others, report what has occurred and return when the fire has died."
He turned to go and then paused in the entrance, looking back at the newcomer. He thought for a second, pursed his lips and extended his long knife by the blade, offering the handle to him.
"I shall want this back" Detheriel said with a steady gaze.
Lifting his bow once more from his back, Detheriel moved swiftly towards the entrance, keeping to the wall.
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