As the elf handed him the gem the boy reached out slowly, almost as if he was afraid the stone would burn him. His small hand wrapped around it. He dug into his pockets and found a small chains which he hung the broach on. Hanging it around his neck inside his jacket he looked up. "Uh, thanks," he said haltingly.
He mulled over the word Enien in his mind, deciphering the meaning. Sounds ok, he thought.
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"Dic, hospes, Spartae, nos te hic vidisse iacentes dum sanctis patriae legibus obsequimur."
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