[h1][color=orangered]Theresa ot an Bol'hjar[/color][/h1]
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"Place called Highwall." Theresa replied. If Ben was going to be open, she might as well try to match his level of exposition.

"I was part of a tribe. Red Hairs. Long story short, I didn't like the way things were run around there. Father told me to get over it or get out." She motioned to her getup and continued, "You can guess which one I picked. I left home and just... went places. Fought things, earned some pay, saw sights... now I'm here."

They'd only just met and they were getting along so well.

A moment passed before Theresa continued, "What do you think those horns were?"

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[h1][color=firebrick]Gerald Pithers[/color][/h1]
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"ASTUTE OBSEHVATION, TOINY SPECTAH A SWEETS." Gerald replied, paying no mind to the winged woman expressing her ability to fly overhead, "OI WAS INDEED WRAPPED IN SUM FOINE MEAT AN' SKIN ONCE, BUT THEM DAYS AH LONG BEHOIND. MOI ROTTIN' CAHCASS WAS SPIRITED AWAY FROM ME PLACE A REST BOY SUM PRACTICIONAHS OF, EHHH... MACK BLAGIC."

He started making more ridiculous hand gestures.

"THEY DRESSED ME IN THESE OPULENT REGALIAS YEH BEHOLD, AN' THEN THEY ROISED ME UP FROM THE DEAD. NOT TOO SURE ABOUT THE DETAILS, BUT OI THINK THEY PERUSED THE WRONG SKELETON, FOR THEY QUICKLY TOOK ILL OF ME WORDINS AN' CAST ME OUT TEH THE HAHTLESS SEA. AN' THEN, OI SLEPT. AN' THEN, OI AWAKENED HERE."

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