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Eve takes in the scene and listens silently, though it's a bit clear his head is elsewhere. All these lizards, dragons, a talking wolf... honestly? It was starting to remind him of home; maybe a little grander and stranger, but the basics were there. [color=brown]"Mail-man?"[/color] He looks at the 'Goldmonger' and cocks his head to the side. [color=brown]"I think you, like, have me mistaken, gold guy. I'm Eve Vil, famous bard, the only messages I carry are tales of awesomeness, I can--uh--never mind."[/color] He reaches for lute before remembering that he probably shouldn't play it in such a situation. 

He clears his throat and equips his backpack again. [color=brown]"All these letters are, like, from my fans."[/color]

[color=brown]"And man, all this talk of souls and realities is kinda frying my brain."[/color] He addresses Allux with a sorry look. [color=brown]"And uh, sorry, I can't really help you with the water stuff, I never learned the spell for it. The healer's got you covered though!"[/color]
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