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Eir'helm liked the heat. He much preferred the heat over the cold. Having spent a few cycles in the less civilized bits of the empire, the colder parts, he was enjoying the warmth. Laying outside in the sun, topless, Eir'helm was soaking up the light. The bard wasn't worried about the heat, it was a whole lot better then freezing to death.
Barefoot, half naked, the bard sat in the sand. There was a water skin to his right, and a drum and staff to his left. Unlike the others though he was good.
Watching and waiting though the most fearsome of beasts struck the elf, besides commitment; he was slowly washed over by boredom. Yes, it was nice to lie in the sand, and the camels seemed to be manned by lesser races, but the elf approached anyways. With a sigh, a half naked bard wondered forward towards the men and women.
“Serale... how are we doing this fine brightening?”
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