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The elf jumped and spun around, startled for the old man's sudden apparition and questioning. His guard had gone off somewhere to look for an entrance into the shipyard which was peculiarly fortified for an abandoned establishment, and he felt strangely naked without an accomplished swordsman by his side. Even though it was only an old man he could possess some hidden terror. It would not be unusual, he had been told the city was full of dangers and even more so for paper pushers like the himself. He hadn't experienced any luckily before since his arrival, but then again he had his guard always with him while he attended to city business and traveled.
The elf tried not to let his inner paranoia betray his outward composure. Instead he smiled a little, trying to appear friendly in his silk dress clothes and polished shoes. He offered a soft hand unmarred by callouses or any signs of toil towards the gruff man. "I was just taking a look around. Forgive me for being snoopy Sir." he gestured towards the decaying buildings and yard. "Its a shame that this place is the way it is these brightenings, falling apart. I wonder why the yard hasn't ever been reopened.. Do you know who the owner is?"
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