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Éomeléo espied the lady admiring the sunset. From a distance, she looked not unlike a girl he knew in Gondor. Awful laugh, terribly annoying. I do hope she's not like that, he thought. He gave a shout and she turned to look at him. Explicitly indicative that he was no stalker nor ruffian, Éomeléo sauntered up to her, noticing her wonderful brooch as soon as he got near.
"Good evening, lady!" he said with a big smile. "You, as I, are on this treasure hunt. Won't you tell me your story? It's been several days since I spoke to another person."
He stood there, smiling expectantly, hoping that Valesseka would entertain him; though in his heart he expected her to shun him, and to view him as a deadly rival for this gold. Éomeléo wondered whether it was legal to 'obstruct' his opponents on their path.
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