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[center] [h1] [color=0072bc]Elyria[/color] [/h1] [/center]

Elyria nodded at Ysran and cooked some fish to eat. She looked around at the others. There were a few others here who did magic although a bit differently than she did. At least they had that in common. She still felt alone, even in a camp full of misfits such as these. She covered her hair back up and kept her things to herself. Elyria knew she needed to find a way to fit in better but how? There were a couple of warriors, a witch, a necromancer and an occultist who conjured fish. How was a petite blue haired witch who specialized in protection and defensive spells going to fit in with these people? She wrapped her arms around her legs and stared into the fire with worry.

When Alberich brought up naming the camp Victory Bay she cocked her head sideways a little and thought about it. [color=f6989d]"Is this lake really a bay though? What about Camp Victory?[/color] She asked him.
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