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... ." She growled "No we are not."
"Oh come on!" The elf whined from his seat at the back of a covered wagon "We have been doing nothing but marching for two days now. I am going to go mad!"
Ever so slowly her gaze left his face and reached his feet, currently dangling off the same wagon he had been sitting on for the entire journey.
"Hey, don't give me that look!" He calls out "My artistic soul is too delicate to be wasted on marching."
"Delicate" She snorts "Yeah, ...
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