[center][h1][color=limegreen]Aelin[/color][/h1][/center]
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The elf smiled as he first saw Angfort's rooftops in the distance. He had indeed arrived in time, despite of a few complications that had come to his way. [i][color=limegreen]Man, I hate goblins.[/color][/i] After entering the town's area, Aelin dismounted Valko and checked that he hadn't dropped anything during the journey.

[color=limegreen]"Stay here, alright? If someone tries to harm you, you know what to do."[/color]

He gave the horse a friendly pat and wandered off towards the center of the town, whistling a cheerful tune.

[color=limegreen]"This is Angfort, right?"[/color]

He asked a local man, only to receive a nod accompanied by a loud grunt.

[color=limegreen]"Okay."[/color]

Aelin's elven ears soon spotted something out of the ordinary. Screaming. He was instantly filled with curiosity, and made his way to the voice's source, just to find an imprisoned old man and a halfling engaging in conversation. The elf stood there and watched for a while, not being able to make out the words anymore. [i][color=limegreen]How odd[/color][/i], he thought. [i][color=limegreen]Did I hear the word pin? And wizard?[/color][/i]

Aelin walked to the two while fixing his hair, and spoke to old Thombud.

[color=limegreen]"Excuse me, uhm.. Sir? I was wondering if you're the.. person I'm looking for.[/color]

After a moment of awkward silence he continued.

[color=limegreen]"Aelintaur Anrandír, at your servive."[/color]