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Halftpint sheepishly admitted to carrying weapons and handed over a large hunting knife, studded metal knuckles, and garrote. He left them with the guards and headed into the manor. The halfing looked behind him and addressed the guards.
"I'll pick them up on the way out!" He stated and turned around, almost running into the navel of the young elf woman. Hubba-hubba the small lothario thought and a crooked grin came across his face.
"Serale....or Vedui in the elvish- no? I have a feeling that we should be great friends. My name's Naddas, Halftpint R. What's yours?" He practically shoved his cloak and backpack into the male human's awaiting hands. "I'm here to see the Thane, is he expecting me?"
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