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

Despite her continued wariness, Mazen could see that his reply had done something to ease the tension gripping her. As she responded, the fear that he'd heard from her before was slowly replaced by the emotions surrounding whatever past had led her to the small human village in which the pair now stood. He wondered just what had brought her here. She had been reasonably vague in answering his question, not divulging anything worth noting about her own path through the world the humans had created. Recalcitrance was a trait the dark elf could respect, and empathize with.

"I can smell it," he replied. "The spray of the ocean clings to your blood like the fetid swamps of the southlands do to mine, but perhaps you are not as traveled as I?" He smiled, the expression not reaching his eyes. "Take my advice, don't let this place hold you long. Humans are a [i]virus[/i] that will eat away at what you are until you no longer remember what that is. I have seen it among my people, who were erased from our lands," the mention of his people had thickened his voice with anger, and a startled look crossed his face at the realization that he may have said too much, but it faded away quickly.

Nodding to her, he turned and began to walk back the way he'd come.