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The young boy looked around confused. [i]'what was wrong with this place, why was he a bit young to be here? It seemed safer then anywhere else he had been,'[/i] he thought to himself. He finally gives up on the thought and introduces himself.
"The names Arlen, and this here is my friend Rinn." The young boy says chirpily as he places the white three eyed skull on the table.
"He doesn't talk much." 
"We're from the wastelands. Don't get food like this much!" He says wide eyed, eagerly examining the meal before him.