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<li data-xf-list-type="ul"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0040ff"><i>Definitely a half. . .</i></span> Arioch thought, seeing the way that Brand tripped on the root. An full blooded elf wouldn't have done such a thing. Even without looking, they would have been aware of the presence of the rock, and would have avoided it entirely. It was a bit entertaining to watch Brand stumble about, trying seemingly with all of his might to regain his footing. The way his arms flailed about and the way he stumbled around was rather comical. She could not help but wonder if this were something that he was doing on purpose, or if his balance was really that bad. Such stumbling and grandstanding was one of the many reasons that half elves were usually looked down upon by others, but for Arioch, this situation stirred memories of her own unit, and the way that a few of her companions would move about. It seemed as if the grace granted by their Elven blood was only displayed in battle.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0040ff">"It is. . .no problem. If this will help end this madness taking hold of the world, I'd do it a thousand times over," </span>Arioch said, humbly accepting Valen's thanks. As they continued to walk, she tried to ignore the comments made by Altima, but when Brand continued to push them, she could feel herself growing more irritated with the two of them. A part of her wondered about a more level headed and serious person like Valen put up with the two of them all of the time. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0040ff">"I'll have to refuse such an offer. I'd rather not wallow about in hog waste. There is a tavern in the town where we should be able to rest and bathe. I care not what the three of you wish to do, but I would appreciate it if you didn't drag me into your nonsense."</span> Her words were not harsh, but rather, nonchalant. Though she was traveling with the three knights, she was making it clear that she didn't wish to be involved in any shenanigans that they got themselves into, especially things that had to do with rolling around in the waste of other beings.<br/>
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The High Elf lead the small group down the remainder of the path that finally lead them to Cam. Cam was the largest city in Hieronidan, which the location truly showed. There were elves everywhere, moving about gracefully under the trees talking, laughing, shopping. . .it was as if they weren't affected at all by the darkness in the sky looming overhead. Sadly, most of her people were like this, Arioch thought, blind to what was coming their way if Vayne wasn't stopped soon. She should have been happy to be here amongst her people, but their ignorance was embarrassing. She scoffed at them, at their smiling faces, at the bliss born of their refusal to accept what was happening in the world around them. When they finally reached the tavern, Arioch walked away from the group and to the owner. The two of them spoke in Elvish, taking advantage of her ability to converse fluently with the man in their native tongue, and her status to get them a discount on their rooms. They would be able to stay here practically free for the night. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0040ff">"Here are your room keys. There is a bath in the back should you all so desire to strip down and cheer one another up. . .however you plan on doing that,"</span> she said, leaving them to think whatever they would of what was now going through her head.[/list:u][/list:u]</li>
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