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[center][h3][color=f26522]Mazen Alurat[/color][/h3][/center][hr]

The girl had good instincts. Even though Mazen bore her no ill will, her nervousness revealed that she felt something amiss in the little village. He suppressed a memory of his younger sister as he followed her towards the heart of the settlement, wondering exactly what he would say once he confronted her. It had been so long since he’d encountered another creature of myth that he had begun to wonder if the humans had been more successful in their efforts to exterminate his world than he’d thought. Of course, it could be that she was one of the deluded souls who had sacrificed their minds to play at being a human. That would be a shame.

Once she stopped at the water fountain, he halted in the shadow of a building facing the square. His dark skin and leather attire allowed him to merge with the aged wood of the house, but after she spoke he let out a whistling sigh and stepped into the light, his hands clearly empty. In a raspy voice, he answered her question.

“A Child of the Earth,” he stopped, still reasonably away from her in the deserted village square. “And what, may I ask, is a Child of the Sea doing selling oysters to these humans?”