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Brom beamed as the elf returned the handshake. [color=0072bc]"Likewise, Adrila!"[/color] He released her hand and turned his attention to his fellow dwarf and gave her a polite nod. [color=0072bc]"Be seeing you around, miss."[/color] Was he actually going to see her again? Hell, if he knew. It could have just been a chance encounter, and they would never see each other again or maybe she was drawn here just like them. Well, it didn't matter. Brom just walked on side by side with his newest companion without a care in the world, even if the town was a crap sack forgotten by the ages. 

There was obviously proof that there [i]was[/i] something here, a long, long time ago though it was a remnant of what it once was. The walls were crumbling away, some buildings looked like they were only being held up by sheer force of will. Even if any of the outside of some of these buildings looked salvageable, it obviously did not mean the internal structures within the buildings were not utterly compromised by time. Brom certainly was not a carpenter, but this was going off the assumption that he was going to live here. Why else would he feel compelled to walk countless days to some place far off any known map? 

Off in the distance he could hear something, voices. His eyes lit up with joy at the prospect that there were other signs of life. However, he wasn't the only one who noticed either; Adrila with a cautious whisper and squinted eyes was quick to inform him of what he already noticed. [color=0072bc]"Why are we whispering?"[/color] whispered Brom. The thought that there were any bandits out this way had not crossed his mind for one reason: there was nothing here. There were no trade routes with caravans, no towns with businesses, or even a simple farm to pillage. There was, in the words of one of his old bosses would say, absolute fuck all. 

However, maybe he should have been cautious. Perhaps there could have been bandits all the way out in this abandoned place. The world may never know because as soon as Adrila went to whisper to him a second time, there was only a metaphorical dotted outline flashing in out and of existence where he once stood. The elf would watch Brom happily bounce along the dirt path with his stubby legs. 

[color=0072bc]"Hello everyone! Are you all travelers? My friend here appears to have gotten lost and needs to inform her employer that she is very much alive, albeit respectfully she does need a washcloth."[/color] Brom turned back to the elf who was most likely mortified by Brom being, well, Brom. [color=0072bc]"Come on, Adrila! Don't be shy!"[/color]