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[color=598527]"Hm?..."[/color], from the corner of his senses he spotted a girl sprinting towards him, before she would rock him near violently, yelling about Anna. After that ordeal he recomposed his attire, looking towards where she had run off to, a shop so it seems, another person entered not moments later, he turned and saw a woman. The two seemed to be from Archanaea, just by the style of their clothes... The lady apologized for the peppy young girl's behavior,

[color=598527]"Ah, no it's no trouble, but if that is the case regarding the shop... Mayhap they carry an interesting blade. This old sword will see itself replaced unless it is repaired"[/color], he said, though he carried two, he spoke as if one of them did not exist, more accurately, as if he never intended to use it. From a glance one could see which he meant, the timeless yet old sword that seemed to not have a scratch upon it's antique-like scabbard, or the run-down Tellius style Killing Edge, that he had used for many missions. She then went on to note the strange and peculiar assortment of people here...

[color=598527]"Indeed, so it seems. But from what I understand this is not an organized regiment of any kind. As for me? I'm here because my tent was too boring"[/color], he explained, his soft smile carried a certain weight to it, though it was pleasant, it did not seem pleasant a smile to make. Though he was right, some of the people here were even royalty, hell he himself was a general, one of the special operatives of Tellius.