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Keeva's duty as Haya's servant on the surface world had fallen secondary to finding a place to rest, and to visit the art gallery the brightening before. It had been the primary motive behind her visit, however, and one which she would not spurn for a second day in a row. A vysstichi on the island should not have been difficult to find; the guards at the docks monitored those who went and came reasonably well, and surely they would remember, or keep note of those who had passed.
The docks, therefore, were the young "human's" first port of call. There were always guards on duty there, and all it would take for her at first was to ask if they had seen anyone of the dark elf's description. Such a personage would not be so difficult to recall, unless the guardsmen happened to be blind.
Finding her way back to the docks, Keeva would hope for a moment of their time, waiting for a break in arrivals before approaching one of the guards.
"Serale. A moment, if I may?" She asked, politely, her tone pleasant and soft as she sought to garner their attention.
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