Ashrien dozes, curled up cozily with a hippogryph. His ears are vaguely alert but he's nowhere near properly awake. The 'gryph keeps watch as he cleans his feathers, never moving enough to disturb his elf
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Seldorin closes his book and looks up at Chry, a small smile skittering across his lips but chased away as he nibbles at them nervously. "Good evening, Mas- " He coughs and clears his throat. "Chry
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