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Anne Evasdottir
She did not immediately reply to Lorath, preferring to catch her breath before doing so. She then glanced at the man, who had spoken to her. His ears immediately gave away his elven heritage, but Anne also noticed that he was of quite small stature for an elf. Still completely unaware of whom she could trust in this new world, she preferred to address him in the elven tongue. While she spoke well, to the well-trained or native ear, her manner of speaking the language of the elves gave away that she was not a native speaker.
"You are right that I was in a hurry to leave the lands on the other side of that portal, but I'd prefer keeping the reasons of that haste private for the time being. My name is Anne," she hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether to give her last name, but eventually decided against it.
Anne brushed her brown hair back from her eyes.
"I heard you mention some sort of village...I would be interested in accompanying you there. I badly need provisions and a set of fresh clothes, for all that I have is what you can see me wearing, and my guess is that the natives of this place shall know better what to wear here than the newly sprung up shops here. What do you know of the village?" she asked.
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