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Kuankreid (& Ainyra)
Kuankreid (or ‘Kuan’) had not had a good voyage, if it could even be termed as such. The young elf had found himself hurling over the side of the boat, more surprised that his delicate sense of elven balance had not compensated for the rolling waves. He wiped his mouth with the edge of his sleeve and unsteadily stepped from their vessel. He did not hear Gillian’s little speech, but surely, he’d have been grateful for his kind words.
The elf returned his companion’s eye and mumbled, “Yes, pleased to meet you sir.” Kuan looked paler than usual, making him appear more sickly and corpse-like to attractively elven. Clad in dusty grey and blue robes, he attempted to bow and succeeded only in groaning as his stomach protested and clapped a slender hand across his mouth and swallowed down the burning bile that threatened to overwhelm him. ‘Never again will I travel by boat…’
From somewhere in the pack slung over one shoulder, he could have sworn he heard a maniacal giggle. Probably just his imagination. Ainyra would never laugh at his discomfort, surely? Either way, Kuan would deal with her after the harbour master had responded to his words.
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