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[h3]Armend Kinora ⚔[/h3][/center]

[indent]Armend Kinora followed Clara's lead. He sensed her distaste for the name, Claire, and noted never to call her that again. If managing a group of "Abandoned" had taught him anything, it was picking up on the quaint vibes. Her question had paused him mid-pick, his thumb and forefinger loose on the stem of a mushroom. It was quiet but he let out a weird [b][i]Hmmp![/i][/b]. 

[color=orange][b]"Personal reasons, I suppose. There's some business I've gotta take care of. A promise of sorts,"[/b][/color] he told her while plucking another mushroom from the vibrant greenery. A kind breeze swept across him, the kind that he'd learn to embrace and enjoy. They came less frequently than he'd like. He face the wind, closed his eyes, and ceased all thought. 

When it died down, a serene sigh left him. [color=orange][b]"Y'know, Clara, this isn't so bad. A little easier than I thought it'd be. It has me restless to be honest. But I could get use to it, y'know? Walking these lands has been the most free I've ever felt. Perhaps being a Hunter isn't as hard as I first thought."[/b][/color] He laughed then, a hearty, powerful chuckle.[/indent]