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[indent][indent]Etor was elated that the group liked his idea. However, the ragtag group has shown that they aren't well versed in collaborative encouragement. With that fact in mind, Etor nods to himself and makes his way towards the clearing.
[i][b]Etor:[/b][/i] [i]"Great! Thank you Makeen. I'll move towards the end of the tree line and follow your lead."[/i]

Etor awkwardly shuffled past Lyun without saying a word. Lyun and Etor had a good relationship and he didn't want to ruin the bond they had with each other by speaking to him.
Making his way past Ashur he managed to give him a nod but not the direct eye contact that Ashur wanted. Ashur's eyes always give off the vibe that say [i]"You think you're better than me?"[/i]. Etor's base tongue couldn't accurately surmise Ashur's actual thoughts. He'd probably call him a witling or a malapert or something. Ashur is the only one who makes him feel like a teenager.
The short walk felt, which felt infinitely longer than perception should allow, ended with Salador. Etor attempted to put his hand on Salador, a goal he's had for the last 2 weeks, but the beast exhaled at the perfect moment to startle the young spearman. Awkwardness aside, Etor looks forward to the battle ahead and out at the structure ahead of him.
[i][b]Etor:[/b][/i][i]Cool...[/i]

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