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When the creature finally unfurled and stood up to all her considerable height, Fellwing had to resist the urge to take a step back in turn. She hadn't expected to ever see a troll in the flesh, much less during the day. Either she was lucky — or very much not.

[color=#595555]"Runa,"[/color] she repeated, surprised how easily the name slid off the tongue. [color=#595555]"It's nice to meet you."[/color]

At the mention of a brother, Fellwing couldn't help but throw a nervous glance over her shoulder, senses suddenly peeled. Runa seemed amiable enough, but was her brother so as well? And how many others were there, all headed for the Capitol of all places? Why had she not heard of such a thing? And why—

[color=#595555][i]"Me?"[/i][/color] Fellwing pointed a claw at her chest, taken aback. [color=#595555]"I haven't seen your kind around here, no, I'm sorry. I [i]have[/i] been to the Capitol, though I'm not exactly known for my sense of direction. I could try, certainly..."[/color] she trailed off, shifting her weight.

She could try, but before that, she had to know whether she [i]should[/i]. Trolls were a reclusive lot, and likely wouldn't leave their mountain to march into the dragons' midst without cause. Were they in trouble? Or...

[color=#595555]"Runa, if you don't mind— why were you and your friends headed for the Capitol? How many of you were there?"[/color]
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