Avery smiled and turned her head toward his.
"Aren't you a funny character?" She said and her tone was gentle. "Where were you hiding, so that the sky was stolen from your view?"
She was feeling better, apparently the air had done her good. There was a muffled tinking of metal on metal from the forge behind them.
"You're not from around here, are you? What's your name, friend?"
She gave the visitor a glance up and down. The garmets he wore reminded her of trees and vast forests. Even his green eyes seemed to be filled with the greeness of trees. Comprehension of what this man was came to her. Avery was not familiar with his race and had seen precious few elves in her time. She said nothing of his orgin though just studied his form while she waited for his answer
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~~Your finger hired the crew?
~No, that's silly. The man who lives in my finger hired the crew, Mr. Bimbol.
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