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Humans, they were so sad, so slow, and blind in that they simply couldn’t see the truth even when it was looking right back at them in a mirror. Humans were bothersome parasites, they had taken an empire from the allerians, an empire from the elves, and it seemed that there was nothing made by the short lived souls. All they could do was try to keep old wheels turning, they were uncreative, stagnant and a blight upon better beings.
Human’s dirtied elven bloodlines, so there was no response from the elf for Klue, he wasn’t worth it. There was nothing from the bard for Klue, save a disgusted, sideways glace. It was with a moment’s pause that the bard strained to force out a smile for him, he slipped out a small, tired smile for the human. He was trying to be polite, but it wasn’t easy, not when one was sober.
“Cause, you’re human. It’s dangerous to think too much of your kind.”
“Now, I’m glad to see you safe, are you of Ethgan’tor? Would this be your servant then or are you...?”
He implied something personal between Xando and Klue, but smiled a harmless little smile, trying to reduce the harm of his assumption.
“If not, are you making way for the marble city alone, or traveling the empire? I ask for concern of your company. If you wish, I could help see you to a near city of your choice, and if you want the human can come too.”
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