[h1][color=purple]Umbrix[/color][/h1]
[@Duthguy]
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A troll.

Rather surprising, that.

[color=purple]"Not at all."[/color] Umbrix replied, motioning his hand to his left, towards the seat across from the stand. [color=purple]"Be my guest."[/color]

Not necessarily waiting to gauge the troll's reply, Umbrix resumed reading. He had to admit, seeing one in a place like this was just the slightest bit odd. Whatever powers were enacting this distinguished confluence were drawing in quite the array of colors. It prodded a sense of curiosity in Umbrix that he hadn't felt in quite some time. This was the first in all eighty-four of his years that he'd been in such a varied location. He'd have to wait and see what... the...

[i]I documented a personal account from a resident of the small town of Daudy Willows. She claimed that, upon entering a woodland clearing to search for one of her children who'd absconded in the night, a Fenneca approached her with said child in tow. She described the creature as "tall, with horns curved like a goat's, four eyes of blue, and a coat of rich, brown and white fur". The Fenneca spoke something in its native tongue and sent the child away with her mother. She said the child seemed distant, and longing to return to the woods. The mother, upon consideration, submitted her to the local authorities for questioning of the Fenneca's motives and activities. To this day, that child has not been seen or heard from, and no other stories of any Fenneca in that area cropped up.[/i]

[sub][color=purple]"Argis..."[/color][/sub] Umbrix muttered under his breath, smiling a bit.