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The elf narrowed his eyes, his fingers flexing nervously. ”Wouldn’t be the first time we’ve been attacked in broad daylight,” he snapped. ”And I do not know the name of Fellan or Arbenevan.”
The girl with the bow tensed, then relaxed, lowering her arrow. ”I know those names,” she said, pulling the arrow from the string and putting it in the container on her back. The string released with a pained sigh and twang. ”And any who claim friendship with them are friends to Acumin as well.”
”Ethilde, they are vysstichi!”
”They are not our vysstichi,” she corrected absently, then turned to the D’Rinishads. ” Forgive my companion, the raiders in this part are quite bold, and very thorough. If you’ll follow me, I’ll take you to the town. It can be quite a hassle to get through unguarded,” she said, the corner of her mouth quirking slightly. She began to walk, turning her back to them with an ease that seemed unsettling to her companion. ”I take it you are here because of the advertisement? In the Herald?”
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