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'Her name?' She couldn't remember the last time someone had asked it of her and the boyish good looks and charm of her companion almost made her forget it entirely.
"Nina'...Nina' Templa," she stammered.
It was an elvish name and surprise registered on the face of her host. She must have elfish blood in her, but she was not an elf.
She began to relax a little and, for the first time, was curious about these young warrior's stories. Maybe they could be of assistance to her, maybe she could use their strength to her advantage.
She started to warm up to her hosts, smiling unreservedly and accepting the goblet of wine they offered her, though she had never drank the cursed stuff before.
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talk is cheap, so i buy every word you said.
scared me half to death, now i'm half dead.
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