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Suvia watched the elf trot back over to the foliage. How odd this elf was, nothing like the other elf she had met before…Anyway that was not as important as the human who was speaking to her. Feeling herself better than before, she could focus on a coherent answer.
Standing again, she looked at him. “I am on a quest to find my mother, or at least the city I was born in. The truth of it is, while I was raised in Ieffreon, I understand from my adoptive parents that Ieffreon is not where I am from. I know so little about myself…so I suppose that is also apart of my quest.”
Smiling sweetly at the human, she looked to the Dracon. “You are truly forgiven…I startle easily anyway, so I suppose it couldn’t have been helped.” Glancing at the dead mouse on the bank, she smiled again. “But you did help me get that rodent; I am very grateful for that.”
Suddenly Suvia had a spark of inspiration. This human was obviously busy with his own affairs, but the Dracon seemed alone—plus Suvia had not heard of Archadoon. While Suvia was a bit of a naïve, she was not without abstract thought. The elf was going off into the woods to hunt, but the Dracon had already given her a kill—which meant that he already knew something of the hunt. Moreover, the human said this Archadoon was a port city, which meant it was near water. Thinking back to what her mother had told her before she left home, it was possible that she could find someone who would aid her in the training of her voice. Most importantly however, this Dracon—regardless of his skill, was both stronger and faster than she. The decision was obvious.
“Dracon Runedas, if you do not feel it a great burden, would you allow me to accompany you to this port city of Archadoon? Your constitution is far superior to my own, and frankly, I need your help. I am not without my uses though…if nothing else, I know I would be of good company.”
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