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Telryn
The sun shone down on Telryn as he accepted Detheriel's water skin, taking a small sip before handing him it back. Finally, a friendly face.
"Aye, it will be interesting, to say the least," He answered with a smile, "The unpleasantness is unnecessary. Everyone getting along would make things a lot easier."
He sighed before adding "Even though I don't think that will happen."
They walked across the field, not knowing where they were heading, but following this Ydalon anyway.
He reminded Telryn of a guard he once knew. Confident, a definate leader. He was the first in on a morning, and the first home at the evenings.
That guard didn't end up well. Killed by foolishly running head first into a well-planned trap. Adventurers should really learn that not all battles can be won by charging in bravely. If Ydalon would end up like that, he didn't know, but he wouldn't make the same mistake twice. His hand unintentially raised to his left cheek, feeling the fading scar. I shouldn't dwell on past mistakes.
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