Aragon Sylvathi
100 Gold Pieces
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[LIGHT] Glitter Lance - Level 1 
[DARK] Ravage - Level 1 
[SUPPORT] Divine Touch - Level 1 
[HEAL] Serene Winds - Level 1
[SUMMON] Hawk Summoning - Level 1
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Inventory/Weaponry/Armor
-Head: N/A
-Chest: Chainmail Vest
-Gauntlets: N/A
-Pants: Brown Cloth Pants
-Greaves: N/A
-Feet: Shoes
-Bronze Rapier
-Elven Bow w/ 20 Bronze tipped arrows
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x1 Chocolate Milk (Heals bleeding, cuts and larger bruises.)
x1 Canned Sardines (20% MP Recovery)
Revive Tome
Magic Pickaxe
Rope
Torch
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Aragon kept a casual eye on the blue hooded men, as like every other person. Aragon felt the a gust of wind blow his light blonde hair, turning his head to feast his eyes upon a beautiful Avariel. He sent a quick glance to the blue hooded men, spotting the Iron Swords at their belts, sheathed but nonetheless swords. His eyes darted back to the beautiful Avariel, whom he aapproached with a fair pace.

Aragon looked upon the Avariel and sent a deep bow before the lady, always customary of elves to be polite to their females. His right hand was on his stomach as his left hand was spread out, bending over to take a deep bow at the Lady. Standing back up he praised her beauty and fairness by taking her by the hand placing a gentle kiss upon it. Thus letting her hand retreat back into a neutral position, he introduced himself.

"What might an Avariel like thou may be doing here? Your grace and beauty dost not go unnoticed." He said, speaking in the most elegant tongue of the Common Speech.