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Hanzi laughed, a deep belly laugh came forth and he held his sides. With an apprieciative shake of his head he replied.
"Perhaps one brightening I will ask for you to scream and kick and behave in such ways, but this is not this brightening!" He laughed again with a mischevious glint in his eye. "It is true I am not familiar of your, the gaje's ways. I am but a poor Air'riela- a gypsy, landless, nomadic collection not recognized by the powers-that-be because we do not civilize to their standards. That we don't do what they say we should do for no other reason than it has been this way for generations!" Hanzi momentarily caught fire with revolutionary zeal before settling down. "I am an outsider because i choose to be free, I choose not to play by their rules."
"But truth you see with clear eyes, miri rawnie...." He added the last bit in his native tounge, Aire. Hanzi bowed and swept off his hat in a noble salute. "I am not a concerned brother- but neither am I threat to youA lesser gaje would pay me no mind or attack me outright. Tell me, what is your name?"
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