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Dvalinn briefly closed his eyes, as if afraid she would bop him on the head somehow. If an orc had come at him with a cutlass or saber he wouldn't have flinched a muscle but for some reason this little creature...
"Of course I know where I am," he replied with great confidence. "I am here!" Dvalinn then proceeded to nod with at least as much sagacity as she had. Though wisdom would be an even stranger look for him, not because of his appearance but because of the comment he had just made.
He stood up, to emphasize the point of where he was and looked around just to make sure. Yes, he most definitely was, here.
"And I am going that way." he added, pointing down the slope in the direction he had been headed.
Dvalinn fingered his beard in deep thought.
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