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... lap, posture straight, expression calm. But inside, a soft sigh unfurled.
’He sounds polite enough... but Pipin is uneasy. And he usually isn’t wrong.’
The elf stepped a little closer—carefully, respectfully, but with a confidence Aubrelle could feel even without sight. His aura flickered with practiced elegance, like someone used to being admired.
"My apologies," he said with a graceful tilt of the head. "I should introduce myself properly. I am Lorian of the Moonweave f ...
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