The halfling smiles and offers up a seat next to him for Uiim, as the gnome sits the halfling says
"indeed my comrade, these times bode ill for all not bowing to oppression." Taking a glance at the wagons as they are drawn up around the camp,
"it seems you have seen battle recently, I can't imagine any other weapon but a Mythar eh'len leaving those kinds of marks," he gestures towards some of the spots where eh'lens sank into the wagon that Tau is driving.
"I hope you fared better than they did."
OOC:
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An eh'len is a throwing steel that the mythar use.
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