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Allett listened intently to Sylvaine as she described her weapons. A scimitar huh? It sounded more like a cooking spice. She chuckled softly but kept the thought to herself. Still, Sylvaine’s scimitar had bright outlines of stars that practically glowed against the metal. Glancing down at her plain dagger, Allet wondered if she might have displayed more interest in swordplay with a sword like Sylvaine’s. She hardly knew how to even wield the one she owned. Another skill she’d need to learn for this adventure. Part of Allet wanted to ask the elf more questions but she knew better. She muttered a thanks as Sylvaine returned the scimitar to her belt. 

Keeping quiet for the remainder of the journey to Aveel, Allet kept her mind focused by thinking of various herbs and mixtures she brought with her. She often did this to help calm herself. A pleasant breeze brushed past her face and she breathed in the clean and familiar air. Even as an adult, she had a sense of excitement rush through her. Visiting Avveel had been her first adventure as a child. They weren’t planning on staying long but it only felt fitting she stopped here before aiding the King in Helsset.