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[b][color=F39B05]Time:[/color][/b] Morning
[b][color=F39B05]Location:[/color][/b] Port Vanarosa
[b][color=F39B05]Interactions:[/color][/b] Jun[@JJ Doe], Tanithil [@Lava Alckon]
[b][color=F39B05]Equipment:[/color][/b] A [url=https://i.imgur.com/Z1qXf7R.jpg]halberd[/url], hunting knife (unless Jun lost it), half-plate armor.
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[color=F39B05]“You must be Tanithil!”[/color] Zion’s voice boomed with excitement, he had never met a friendly dark elf before. What an exciting day! His eyes wandered to the ship behind the man, a nice enough-looking boat but it sat perched atop an endless sea. Foul waters from which, should that boat sink, there would be no escape. A grimace formed as he thought about his chances of trying to swim, a skill he lacked, with only one arm. He hoped it planned on staying docked. [color=F39B05]“I am indeed Zion, and my quiet friend here is Jun the Unwavering, savior of young ones.”[/color] He introduced Jun, who remained silent, and bestowed upon him a title Zion felt was more worthy of a hero. 

Zion waited for a moment, leaning against the halberd he could no longer properly swing. But Jun’s silence persisted. While Zion understood, he too was saddened to see Malachi and Kenia both called away for a different purpose, he did not want to enter a new team on the wrong foot. [color=F39B05]“Ah, it is hard to think of something to say when the cries of the belly demand attention.”[/color] Zion attempted to cover up Jun’s silence, and on cue, his stomach emitted its own mighty roar. [color=F39B05]“I hope we have not missed breakfast!”[/color] His head swiveled to one side as he caught the scent of fresh, hot, fish dishes wafting towards the dock. The motion nearly caused a fall, his balance still off-kilter, but he hardly noticed as he remembered the one good thing about the seas. They were filled with tasty fish![/color]