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[color=ff681f][b]Time:[/b][/color] Noon → Evening
[color=ff681f][b]Location:[/b][/color] Roshmi City → Camp
[color=ff681f][b]Interaction:[/b][/color] [@princess] Mari, [@Alivefalling] Aerilyn, [@Apex Sunset] Scathael, [@ShiningSector] FIVE[hr]

Thraash gave a single nod to Mari’s air of confidence. Even being such a long-time acquaintance of her attitude and antics, he always found himself amped by her bold disposition. 

[color=ff681f]“Yeah, hurry if you're gonna tag along, [I]entourage[/I].”[/color] Thraash was as brash as ever as he expelled two small streams of flame from his nostrils. He glared at Five and Aerilyn respectively, showing he wasn't going to practice patience with either of them. It's not like he ever did, for the most part, so things were quite tame considering that. 

[color=ff681f]“Hey Mari, you never mentioned. What type of guy is this? Is he a dwarf or a demi? Oh or maybe an orc?”[/color] He threw out his guesses as he found those races to be more inclined toward building and fixing things. He was sure elves and fairies could be handy too but his prejudice toward them often made those folk seem far too dainty for handiwork to be their norm these days.

Whoever or whatever this Scathael was, Thraash was ready to go find him. As long as he wasn't a dark elf supremacist, things would go rather smoothly.
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