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“Yes indeed,” Aneuhl replied to Machaon, “I imagine that a lot of good could be found in such a place. I too wish to explore there, but for different reasons." he shrugged slightly, perhaps even a little self-consciously, “Though my own reasons are not as noble as your own. I seek out metals and minerals, you see." Aneuhl had lowered his voice at the last so others would not hear, even those with superior hearing. “Too many seek to take advantage however. I wish you well in your studies. I am Aneuhl. Might I ask your name?"
During his conversation with Machaon which helped pass the time, Aneuhl found himself glancing over at the blonde warrior with the word ‘fighter’ inscribed on his dwarven plate although his look was not one of admiration or fear. Aneuhl’s eyes narrowed in distrust at seeing dwarven handiwork inscribe with an ancient elven dialect. Though he could not read the words, he recognised elven when he saw it. The idea of even using the language with dwarven work seemed so wrong that it stunk to high heavens. Aneuhl did not trust this fellow either – he seemed impatient and cocky, more likely to fight than to converse. Aneuhl was not particually strong and disliked conflict, which may explain did not like that type of person. He made a point to stay away from the fighter and ignore him.
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