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[h2][i][b][color=6ecff6]Rinn Arniman[/color][/b][/i][/h2]
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Another stunning beauty was at Rinn’s side in a moment and he nearly blushed at the way she took charge, guiding him through the square. [color=6ecff6]“My lady, you speak only the truth as I see it and I would, of course, be honored to aid you with any task you might desire.”[/color] Rinn flashed her a brilliant, ernest, smile. “I do so wonder what stories YOU will create in this land of opportunity!” Before he was passed off again! It was, of course, not unexpected to be the most popular person in any space.

He simply had that effect on people.

[color=6ecff6]“I am at your service, my lady, though I’m afraid I can weave a tale only half as well as you weave a blanket.”[/color] He marveled a moment at her current project and the way her fingers flew through the work with nary an instant of hesitation. “Many a heart kept warm by her touch, shared through-“ He stopped suddenly as Deryl entered the room, large muscles bulging beneath his tight shirt as they strained beneath of a crate full of metal tools. [color=6ecff6]“This village has done nothing but amaze.”[/color] He said softly, mind already spinning through a rather raunchy limerick about a blacksmith who could handle every tool.

[color=6ecff6]“Good ser,”[/color] He began with a slight bow, looking to both Sheryl and Deryl, where his eyes lingered a bit longer. Absently, his fingers flicked lightly at the strings of his instrument in a relaxing improvised melody. [color=6ecff6]“I am Rinn Arniman, teller of tales and seeker of stories. It seems we’re to be neighbors in this endeavor! How might I assist you and this burgeoning community?”[/color]