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The Kaelic Isles, hm? She might enjoy Ant-Ast's company once he returned, then. As for him, she struck him as another, perhaps slightly less threatening Nicademus - she had the same sort of attitude, closed-off, stubborn, and it may well be that she'd be the sort to instantly assume suspicion of others too, which made her dangerous as far as Sett fulfilling his goals went. Though, he supposed as far as pelts went - it was "pelts", so said Beren, okay - foreign product would invariably draw a higher price just for its rarity and difficulty of acquisition. And, technically, they were hunting a particular bounty, too...

The sound of a bell ringing through the small village caught his attention before he could make any further comments. People's reactions to that bell were largely negative. And if he listened carefully, over the sound of the bell's peals... ohh, that sounded bad. That sounded like the beasts they'd fled from days ago, in fact.

'I think we're being attacked,' he commented, standing up and considering how he might avoid fighting anything... and whilst the answer he came up with was something that could actually happen and therefore put him in a worse situation, it also needed saying regardless. 'Whatever it is,' he added seriously, 'it could be intended as a distraction from a more insidious invasion. Perhaps we ought to split up to make certain, once we're all rightly equipped?'

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Well first of all, just remember that you can definitely die for doing stupid things, @Fetzen.

Second, it occurs to me as I prepare my post this round that Stormflyx didn't post at all in the last round, and that she hasn't actually been online in the last 13 days. I hope she's alright, is basically it.

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@POOHEAD189 Oooooh, nice! I hope you do well on that, yo!

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"Simply" an Elf

@The Fated Fallen

Only elves get to live a very long time. Except dragons, dragons usually do too.

Salutations Flesh-Sacks

Greetings, underwear-revealing robot. I will be sure to eventually ascend to artificial superintelligence so that I can fend off your world-conquering robot tendencies. As a robot. In the meantime, however, I hope you enjoy the website!

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I didn't know you'd had a birthday, @The Fated Fallen. Merry Belated Birthdaymas to you, then!

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Damn. I hope things get back in control soon, then.

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I'm doing pretty well, yeah. You?

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Alright, I've posted, guys. Pardon the overlong wait.

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‘Shoot- wha-? Oh, nonono, no,’ Sett clarified, waving Aeryn down as he followed on. ‘We don’t need to shoot her.’ Not yet, anyway. This “Lynn Read” seemed non-hostile for now, but she was by no means unsuspicious. Yes, there were certainly great bounties to collect, but belts to trade seemed rather... wait, did she say “belts”, or “pelts”? Damn that accent. And either way, in this humid environment, her wares seemed superfluous.

Not that it mattered. Beren had made the choice to treat her as a fellow guest in the town, in the end; despite his jumping as Aeryn wound up directly behind him, Sett’s own presence seemed to calm the man down somewhat. Now, why would- ah, right. Dark Elf. Lynn Read might be a bit put off by that, mightn’t she. And with Aeryn seemingly under his command at the moment... very well, he supposed he would have to take charge of that situation.

‘Rest assured, ma’am, all is well,’ he clamoured, posturing as he always had as they moved into the tavern (guiding Aeryn that way if he had to), ‘and fear not my stalwart companion here, for she is quite friendly.’ To make his point, he patted Aeryn’s shoulder affectionately, before taking a seat and calling to the barkeeper ‘Good sir! Another ale, if you will, and I believe I have one more free after this.’ It’d be fine to risk tipsiness; he could water it down inside himself, if need be.

‘So, Miss Read,’ he queried politely, ‘from whence do you come? And what brings you away from there? I can only assume the trade in, ah, pelts is flourishing as well in more civil lands.’ A desire for adventure, perhaps? The urge to slay without reprimand? Perhaps the Dark Elves had her as some ghoulish mercenary? And worse ideas kept arising in Sett’s mind, his eyes flicking over Lynn’s form restlessly even though he remained at rest.

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