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[h3]Armend Kinora ⚔[/h3][/center]

[indent]The Chief's snorning, as weird as it would seem, was oddly comforting for Armend. Back at his old village, he would often sleep with the young Abandoned, just a group of them on the floor and himself often watching over them; from the very young to barely teenagers, it was a ceiling of snores that provided safety and shelter. 

Armend sat at the table and smiled lightly, knowing that something was up. [color=orange][b]"Oh, com on, that little hit. It was nothing,"[/b][/color] he lied, rubbing his chin from side-to-side.[/indent]