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[color=#837E7C]After her last words, Jules continued to walk towards Greasy Sand. She was aware of the boy's presence ever existing behind her, though she didn't necessarily mind it. From what she could tell, Donny was currently the furthest thing from a threat. He was simply displaying a natural trait-- curiosity in the face of a stranger. Untying her horse from the post, she pulled herself onto her saddle and smoothly turned Greasy Sand away from the trough. 

[color=41A317][b]"That's right,"[/b][/color] she answered his question as she readjusted her cloak. Funny, now that she was on the back of her steed, he seemed even smaller, almost childlike. Jules offered him a cock grin and jabbed a thumb towards her. [color=41A317][b]"Number 1728. Keep that number in mind, kid, because you're looking at the future first place winner of the Steel Ball Run."[/b][/color][/color]