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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Sparky" data-source="post: 2243177" data-attributes="member: 13681">Oliver nods as Aerda pads into the brush. He sits quietly, listening to the sounds of the forest that grow and flow around him. Arrowyn knew this place. He closes his eyes and opens them when the slim red-eyed elf returns. An astonishing number of daggers are hidden about the old man's belongings. One after another come out from saddlebags, boots, he even pulls one from Fendric's saddle and another from Tatlock's backpack. He shrugs. He stows the gear neatly and helps the others stash their weapons safely, splitting them between Bastrop and Jake.I wonder if he knows who I am. The old man draws himself up very straight and smooths his pale, wild mane of hair. He turns a carefully expressionless face on the elf.</blockquote>