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Detheriel
Detheriel chuckled as Nivram walked away. Sorry my friend, but you won't be seeing these again he laughed to himself.
Hearing Isokla's invitation he decided to leave the bottles in his pack for now and join her and Telryn.
His stomach rumbling, he sat down with his companions and sniffed the air. "So, what's cooking?" he asked eagerly.
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