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Julton, meanwhile, simply watched with a half-hidden tinge of wonder as the soldier rode up in front of him. By the time the horse blocked his path, he had already stopped to gaze at the majestic look of the rider upon the horse, at least majestic to his eyes so accustomed to seeing the rough figures of orcs generally grimy and with little clothing. The image of the cloaked rider on a horse that, in comparison to julton, was quite clean, set a gleam in Julton's eye and a grin on his face as he finally registered that something had been said.
The next step in his comprehension of the issue at hand was to hold up his visa and say, in a tone that indicated that he was half-copying what the elf had just said, "Greetings. Here is my visa. I am Julton." This followed by a smile that indicated that he barely understood what he said, and simply expected that to elicit a good response.
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