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Post by Jessica Tragger on Nov 11, 2008 8:00:38 GMT -4
 Jess walked around, Her sword was tied to her back and her book was in her hand. She walked around and looked at everything. She had a blue bag over her shoulder and inside had a night dragon egg. But no one needed to know that. Jess quickly made her way past the whole town and over to a small cottage that was like a minute away from the town. She walked inside and set the bag down in her room before going back out and wandering around the town.. Looking for someone to actually communicate with... |
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Post by Crewe on Nov 11, 2008 8:06:29 GMT -4
A burly old man and a lithe elf stepped out of a forge, speaking in Asterian... the old man struggled with the flowing words a little and twisted them a bit, but the elf spoke fluently, if a bit slowly, to help the old man understand better. They paused when they saw the new girl, the old man made a grunting noise but the elf merely stood there a blinked slowly, watching here as he fingered the tip of his bow by his waist.
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Post by Jessica Tragger on Nov 11, 2008 17:04:47 GMT -4
Jess turned her head and glanced at the old man and the elf. She smiled before continuing on her journey. She made her way not a far distance away from the two before sitting down on a slight hill and looking around at the small-ish town before laying down and looking up at the clouds. Smiling.
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Post by Crewe on Nov 13, 2008 19:31:16 GMT -4
The elf stepped forward and bowed lightly to her, his every movement fluid. "Leno yomenu. Ee ane Kilsoin, ok Linsameer, ambidoore fri Qunion Ginevair." The old man took a slow step forward. "'Ello dere, lil girl. M' name's Gruttle, de blacksmith. Dis here's meh friend, Kilsoin. He ain't like de rest o' dos effins, off in dere trees. He speshal, he is."
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