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Detheriel
Clapping Telryn on the shoulder in a friendly farewell, Detheriel stuffed his waterskin into his belt and dropped back to let Nivram catch up.
He found it hard to shake the sinking feeling he felt whilst in proximity to the man. His depression was all-pervasive and Detheriel had little time for those who choose to drown their sorrows in the cup.
Still he thought, who would have thought him capable of his outburst? Perhaps he has some life in him yet..
Squaring his shoulders he inclined his head in greeting as Nivram drew near.
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