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Message: <blockquote data-quote="daindarkspring" data-source="post: 7362715" data-attributes="member: 6939181">Dain - The Second LandingDain listened to the others as they talked back and forth. There was familiarity between them, something that though they may have taken it for granted, Dain most certainly did not. Had some proud beauty batted eyes at him like Metea batted hers at Otiroth, back in whatever land he had once lived? Metea was a Tiefling, and a rare one at that, but her expression was no different than a human's when it came to attraction. They were an odd company! A vagabond guard, large in both size and melancholy. It would be telling to see how she coped without the soothing caress of tankards of ale. A Tiefling with secrets she barely cared to hide, as if she tempted the others with them. A sorcerer with eyes of fire, and a wit to match. There was more to that one. A cleric, with the form of a mighty brute but the heart of a saint. He was close to the Tiefling, but she seemed to delight in annoying him. And then there was the thief. Sprightly...and vain? Dain was of a mind that she knew far more than what she was telling them.If I die in this tomb of a mine, who will tell my tale? Are there any yet living who remember me? In some far off land? Or are they are like I am, cast to the wind...pages torn from a tome and left to scatter like dry leaves.Otiroth's words make Dain smile slightly. "When we find what we have come for, much may yet be known."</blockquote>

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