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Aratar looked at the Dorin curiously and tilted his head to the side as he reclaimed the letter, listening as he gave the long speech. When he described the situation, Ar's brow quirked upwards curiously. Just what the Aeternia type of man was this Redbeard fellow? It would be an interesting meeting once they finally were face to face, of that Aratar was confident. When the offer was laid down he nodded.
"I'll take you up on that. A bunk and a hot meal sound rather inviting at the moment. I found out, on the trip here that I don't do incredibly well with boats. A bit of seasickness. Besides, I spent pretty much the last of my free coin to buy myself some armor to make sure I don't die out there in the first candlemark." He turned and headed for the door, then paused. The Dorin had mentioned something about training...
"You wouldn't happen to have anyone who could give a few lessons on dual longknives, would you? I'd like to survive my first day, and someone to help me with my combat skill would help ensure that."
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