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“Very much so, I’m afraid.” Faust replied, grinning mirthfully as he patted Kalenel upon the shoulder. Glancing back to the two formidable guards who had arrived before him, the Prince of Har’oloth nodded silently, a gesture that dismissed the pair back outside to flank the entrance of the Fitness and Bones Training Center. None others, it seemed, would be allowed to disturb the family reunion.
Turning to Dimnersti, a wide smile bloomed across the dark elf’s youthful features as he met his Uncle’s gaze. “As well as can be expected. And you, Uncle?” Chuckling grimly, Faust’s gloved hand extended to clasp Dimnersti’s, shaking it momentarily and for as long as proper etiquette permitted. Faust had grown older since they had last spoken, perhaps not visibly so, but certainly as far as his demeanor could be assessed.
Much had happened in Dimnersti’s absence, after all. With Adinirach and Eschaton’s disappearances and Serion’s untimely death, the vast brunt of House D’Rinishad’s affairs had been set upon Faust’s shoulders. And thus to have reunited with Dimnersti under such conditions was a welcomed event indeed.
“I see that you two have met already. Kalenel, this is my uncle, Dimnersti.” Allowing the pair to be reacquainted again, Faust’s smile wanted shortly afterwards. “It’s unfortunate that none of the others could make it.” Sighing briefly, the dark elf’s crimson gaze flickered about to the vacant seats of the chamber. He looked back to Dimnersti. “By the way, where are Skye and Breeze? I haven’t seen those two in…patterns…”
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