I, uh, used to dance a lot? I suppose that’s how it started anyway. *shrugs* *looks around in the direction of the veiljumper camp—though it’s out of sight—in surprise* You’re a veiljumper? Have you been for a while?

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It’s all right *replies unworriedly, still looking at the man curiously* And thanks *laughs, not imagining the sight of him skipping across rocks was more silly than cool, but appreciates the compliment anyway* Where did you come from? I’m Zecky—*holds out hand*

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*looks over his shoulder midjump at the call, but manages to land without twisting an ankle or falling in the water. He doesn’t recognize the elf, but waits for him curiously*

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No.

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Eirwyn frowns as he walks through the crowded market square. He avoided cities as much as he could, but this job paid too well to pass up. Pushing open the door to the loud but welcoming tavern he sighs. He’d rather be in the woods, but a pint of ale would do just fine. (Open thread! #DARP)

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