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"it's the orc," said Farael "I saw him before and I think he's talking to someone else. Try ignoring it, we are safe here. There are more watchful eyes in the Green Dragon Inn than what you would think by sitting there and having an ale or two."
Farael turned around, his back to the orc and smiled at Tindomion "I believe you know my name, but I do not know yours Master elf. I also believe, and I hope you forgive me for my lack of knowledge of your people's customs, that elves are fairly polite people, so why are you frowning and telling me to go if your sister and I were just having a nice conversation?"
"Here's what I think we should do," he went on "I happen to be an archer as well, and a good one at that even if I have not seen combat yet. Would you accept having a little skill competition? perhaps after getting to know each other a little better you will not be so upset that your sister and I" Farael looked at the flower on his tunic "were having a little conversation! Also, Master elf, both your sister and the two of us will be safe from the smelly-one that way."
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