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Aaren paused, blinking as someone else came into the clearing. Who was he? He stayed a short while, talking as if no one would answer or question him, and then vanishing. It took him a moment to realize what had just happened. He turned his gaze to Darin as what he had said sank in. "You're protecting a magisprit! I suggest you move aside, now, before we have a fight here." He glanced at Tarwethial before turning his attention back to the dinlander. With irritation, he lowered his hand, the one near the sword, and started to walk past the dinlander. "You don't have anything to do with the magisprits, do you? I really don't see the point of you blocking my path."

He made to pass the dinlander. The stranger had said he'd bar his path, but he wasn't entirely sure. Sure, he seemed to have some sort of magic, but Aaren was confident in his sword, and his own ability to wield it. He kept a wary eye on the dinlander, though, more uncertain about his ability in comparison.