[Once he's out of that damned maze, he observes his surroundings to ensure that they're safe. When that's done, he pockets his weapon, and lets out a deep breath he knew he was holding in. He can only hope that such instances where they are being attacked by what seemed to be mirages are over.]
Yes, it appears we have.
[Now he crosses his arms, giving the girl a lookover. An odd style of dress, but he can't comment. If her hair wasn't that ginger like color, he'd swear she was Amarcian.]
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Yes, it appears we have.
[Now he crosses his arms, giving the girl a lookover. An odd style of dress, but he can't comment. If her hair wasn't that ginger like color, he'd swear she was Amarcian.]