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[color=0072bc][b]Time: [/b][/color]Afternoon, Day 2
[color=0072bc][b]Location: [/b][/color] By a spring, closer to River Port
[color=0072bc][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] [@13org][@Helo][@Potter][@Eviledd1984]
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Malachi listened to Mathis words. While he did so, he washed his hands in the spring and also took a drink from it.  He finally smiled at Mathias as he finished speaking, [color=0072bc]"There is nothing quite like homecooked meals that are made with love. My wife had been a very good cook too. She'd always make us a beef stew with seasoned, buttery bread she baked. She never told me how she made it and I haven't been able to come across a beef stew as tasty in years. Always good to have recipes written down."[/color] To sit at the table and enjoy a warm meal with family was such a long gone notion to Malachi, but still, it brought comfort to have some nostalgic reminiscence of the sensation.

Valok also shared some of his story with them, which had been an entirely different upbringing. His tone took on pride that he could not quite fault him for. He cringed a little when he spoke of being trained in The Pits. He had heard one or two horror stories over his years. He stared at his scar and he was sure that the dark elf had wanted him to feel impressed perhaps, but he felt... sadness. He wondered if Valok had ever been shown much kindness.[color=0072bc]”You sound like a very strong man to endure such a thing... You were young when you had to face this beastman?"[/color]

"Forests! Dah-ka!" 

Malachi glanced over at Myra and suddenly laughed, which wasn't an often event. However, he wasn't hindering himself as usual too much at the moment. Though she was quite cute, being raised in Daka did raise some questions. He glanced at her and saw something very despairing, his eyes widened just a little bit. [color=0072bc]"Myra."[/color] He moved over, taking a cloth out of his pocket and dipping it into the water. [color=0072bc]"You have gotten dirt on you."[/color] He slowly moved to bend down in front of her and gently dabbed it on her cheek. [color=0072bc]"There you go. All better."[/color]

His actions had all been genuine despite things. He figured he could attempt to loosen up a little if he were to get to know them regardless of friend or foe. They had gotten off to a tense start. [color=0072bc]"Are you all ready to continue?"[/color]