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Xando watched Klue carefully, looking at him with suspicious violet eyes "What is this Ethgan'tor that you speak of? I... I have *no* memory of who I am or where I have been. I do not know of the other cities. Could you please elucidate?" her expression was determined and frankly, all she was missing was her hand on her hips to complete the picture of determined young woman.
She turned, however, at the sound, her movements quick as she checked to see who was approaching. And wouldn't you know it, it was a light elf. If there was one race on Telath that Xando hated more than any other, it was light elves. Even the name Light Elf indicated their inherant and blatently misguided arrogance. They thought themselves the superior race, when in fact they were the insignificant cousins of Esh'lahier and that was all. Sort of like the family member that nobody wants around, Xando considered with a small, apparently friendly smile in the Elf's direction
Should Klue see that smile, he may be of an inkling to notice although the smile looked friendly, it was like nothing that she had graced him with. Her violet eyes were cold as she looked at the Light Elf.
Then, of course, the sound of the drums came and Xando frowned slightly. There was no harm in being polite, she supposed, and her smile became apparently more frosty, but in truth more real as the lightborn stepped up. She looked up at Klue with a vaguely quizzical expression at the half dressed elf, but she said nothing.
"Serale " she said, with a curt nod. "I am quite well thank you. How fare you this brightening?" she realised what she and Klue must look like, suddenly, covered with snow and with leaves and twigs here and there, she had no doubt. But then, she had just fallen down a ravine with a crazed human entangled with her. So she smiled politely and asked her question, one eyebrow quizzically.
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