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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Krug" data-source="post: 2492502" data-attributes="member: 2141">How does that person know my name? Eliara wondered, as she kept running. "Who are you and how do you know my name?" she shouted, even as she darted amongst the streets. She considered drawing her bow and readying an arrow, but thought otherwise. It might merely be a minor trifle. Perhaps a broken pot or other minor thing that humans would cry and scream about.</blockquote>