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The elf nudges her stallion gently forward and halts by the newcomer offering a warm smile.
"Welcome Goban...I am D'Aleen and we are grateful to have your help and your strength on this quest. As you can see, your timing was fortunate! Let's follow the mage's lead and be off."
Urging her horse to a canter after the retreating form of the mage, D'Aleen concentrates to touch the mind of the steed the orc is riding...urging him to be strong. We shall find him a suitable mount, she promises to the sturdy stallion. With a backwards glance towards the devastated village, she prays that the group can succeed despite the harsh odds and evils they face.
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You've been a naughty boy....go to my room!
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