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Light Dust
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"Alright, fuck." You grumble under your breath.
"Yesterday, everything was fine and then the end of the fucking world shows up on my doorstep with this dwarf and we went on a jolly fucking adventure and nearly got killed by not one, not two, but three different giant murderbeasts."
"I think I killed one of them, maybe. I dunno."
"Then I passed out and woke up here."
More silence.
"So." You say. "What's your deal? How’d you get here? What’s up with your face?"
"uh." He says. "I walked? Sometimes I jogged, I guess, but yeah. I've really only been here for a couple of days."
If you felt well enough to move, you'd have to resist the urge to punch him. As it is, you stay face down on the table.
"It took me quite a while to get here." He continues. "I left before this whole mess started, I think. Yeah, before I heard anything about it, anyways. I was kinda worried that nobody else would make it here."
"Uhm. My face was." he pauses, rubbing his scarred cheek thoughtfully.
"I think it could have been healed, when it happened." He continues. "But it wasn't. It was supposed to be a reminder, I think."
He laughs.
"Can't remember what for, though."
"Right." You respond. "Whatever. You got a name? I'm Raine."
Suggest a name for the elf.
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