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“Oh, Valan. You’re such a great swordsman. One of the best.”, said the brown haired woman to his left.
“…Valan… fire…”
“And such a handsome fellow, too.”, said the white-haired elf to the right, while playing with his hair.
“Now, ladies… there’s plenty of Valan Quinn to go aroun…”
“Get up!” Valan jerked himself awake, sitting straight up and looking frantically around with half-open eyes.
“Wha… what?”
“Valan, get up, the city is on fire.” He wasn’t so much shocked at the news as he was annoyed.
“Are you fethin’ kiddin’ me?” he mumbled, jumping to his feet. He quickly grabbed his sword, his most prized possession, in one hand, and rubbed the back of his head with the other. “Okay.”, he said sternly to Elmaryia. “Let’s go.”
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"The sea has never been friendly to man. At most it has been the accomplice of human restlessness.”
Valan Quinn
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