Harlon ran over to Garen.
"Greetings, Garen of man..." He trailed off as he tripped over someones foot. Most rolled their eyes, while other tried to stiffle their laughs. Noticing some she-elves he strode in their direction.
"Hello Miss, Harlon Nowane at your service." He greeted kissing Thoriel's hand.
" It may not be wise to be kissed by a fool." Jemel spoke, slightly laughing as she said it.
"Well, at least he's a gentleman." Thoriel replied.
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