Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140905103828/@comment-3293219-20140906203913

"So... Which one's the 'normal' one?" Azarath whispered to Fritjolf.

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"Heh... I don't blame him, I wouldn't like to be told what I could and couldn't eat..." Nadira replied, with a smile, feeling a little more confident, since they were obviously clear of the danger zone. She paused, watching the shape of deer move on the horizon as something occured to her, she slowly looked to Emarrel, with a question burning in her throat.

"If you don't mind me asking... What did you do before you were a slave?"