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Hoping she did not come across as overly rude with her greeting of the stranger D'Aleen shakes her head gently...her Father had always taught her the graces of manners, the power of trust and the gift of hope and faith. She must remember that wisdom throughout this venture as their lives were all intertwined now in certain ways and they, willing or not, were each a vital piece of the puzzle.
Rousing herself from her strange thoughts the elf glances back over her shoulder as she reaches the shelter of the castle's overhang and an unconscious smile lights her eyes as her gaze rests upon the knight approaching.
She rests against the stone wall and waits for Thantos and the others to join her.
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You've been a naughty boy....go to my room!
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