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Eire walks around the room, marveling at everything before sitting down on a stool, the only recognizable piece of furniture he sees. He arranges his green robes around him before smiling brightly at the inhabitants.
"I've never sought advice from humans before. Then again, I've never had the need to ask for advice. But." He looks a bit unsure and fidgets a bit. "Albion is my friend. But everyone warns me of him. The entire Tuatha de seem...restless about it. Maybe they know something that they don't feel like sharin' with me. But..." He fidgets more. "No one tells me about it. I ask Albion--er...I think he's goin' by Britain now but..."
"How would you treat a friendship if the friendship seems to be something that isn't supposed to be?"
"I've never sought advice from humans before. Then again, I've never had the need to ask for advice. But." He looks a bit unsure and fidgets a bit. "Albion is my friend. But everyone warns me of him. The entire Tuatha de seem...restless about it. Maybe they know something that they don't feel like sharin' with me. But..." He fidgets more. "No one tells me about it. I ask Albion--er...I think he's goin' by Britain now but..."
"How would you treat a friendship if the friendship seems to be something that isn't supposed to be?"