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"Your boy gone and left for war, miss?" He asked kindly.
Zethya eyed him slowly. "No."
"Your father then?"
"No."
"Then may I inquire as to why you're here?"
"Simply to be here. Anyone worth losing I lost a long time ago, my good man. I have no friends, no family, no one anymore. Just my blade."
Zethya said this with such emotionlessness that the bartender shuddered.
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Sekivar looked over the elf aā¦. elfā¦ thatā¦ begsā¦ā the creature seemed dumbfounded. āIāveā¦. Truly never heard of such thingsā¦ why not return to the Elven landsā¦surely you have an ancestral home.ā he turned towards the Lycan. āFollow meā¦ I should have something to hide your nature. The only payment is you must do what you should be doingā¦ hunting. I use bones and the fresh flesh of creatures to cast my spells to create half the items in my store. As summoned creatures donāt seem to work to wellā¦ I have picked up the scent of a Brekkaā¦ I require both of its fangs for a certain spell I wish to useā¦ get me those and youāll have paid off my services of concealing your persona.ā The Brekkaā¦. Fearsome and deadly creatures once spawned by the Septrinian. These creatures are twisted experiments in the attempt to remake dragons. They vary in type as do dragonsā¦ but they are otherwise animals and seem like mutated, smaller, and weaker versions of dragons. āYou can find it in a cave on the edge of the Blue Desert. Which is east of hereā¦ trust me youāll know when you see his caveā¦ it will be covered in claw marks and piles of animal bones scattered about.ā
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"Please, before it is too late, you must assasinate Lord Zaleth!" The man was almost crying. "Please, you are the Crimson Wind! Only you can avenge our king!"
Zethya took a step back. "Sorry. I don't do that sort of thing. Too much trouble, you know? Well, good luck." She turned to leave, but the man grabbed at her wrist.
"Hey!!" She resisted, but the man held her fast.
"Excuse me. Is there a problem?" A tall, light-haired man stepped out of the shadows. The man who held Zethya instantly dropped his hand and stuttered, "N-no, my Lord, no problem at all!" He shifted from foot to foot, and finaly fled, scared out of his wits.
"Nice timing, Zethyos." Zethya muttered.
"Nice to see you too, old friend." Zethyos grinned at the graceful young woman before him.
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