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Suddenly, Dris was attacked. Fret was right about to use a Psych before it ceased, as he scooched closer to them to make sure they were alright. [color=CAB8B6]“Holy shit- are you okay?”[/color] It looked like the rodent was fine, but… yeesh, that was close.

Adopting a softer tone, Fret gave a kind smile to Dris, once more putting out his hand. [color=CAB8B6]“Call me Fret. Whadda 'bout yours?”[/color] He’s already said his full name quite a few times, so not saying it once wouldn’t hurt, right? [/center]
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[color=8dc73f]"Eugh... I am... Dris."[/color] The little ratfolk spoke, not as harshly as they had been speaking earlier, simply... speaking at a lower volume. [color=8dc73f]"... You-you fight well... you are a soldier, yes?"[/color] They scuttled onto their paws, brushing the last of the dirt off of their clothes and fur, and pocketed the gem. They'd use it once they weren't so frazzled... for now...

Maybe they should chill for a bit for once. So... might as well get familiar with this Fret, taking a small step forwards and snuffling at his hand.

Smells like...

... Vanilla bean... an exotic spice, at least up in the northlands... getting your hands on vanilla was a rare sight...

That didn't mean it smelled nice to Dris, though. Their nose scrunched up at the strong scent, and they even sneezed softly.

[color=8dc73f]"EUGH... Smells like... baked goods..."[/color] They covered their nose with a paw, huffing...

They couldn't believe it.

Marshmallows and Vanilla.

Unbelievable.

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