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“They’re much too loud for my tastes too, and yet I find myself at those places quite often.” Laughing lightly, the Prince of Har’oloth continued to kneel beside the girl, staring absentmindedly at the swirling waters. He occasionally stole a peek at Areka, though, studying her as she poured out her thoughts.
“Oh? Who told you that?” the dark elf wondered, though his curiosity disappeared as he saw the ring encircling the little girl’s finger: the ring of House D’Rinishad. “He’ll be along shortly. Tell me, though, his sister gave that to you? Where and when?” Blinking a few times, it was evident that the Vysstichi Prince was quite interested.
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