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[enduringwinter]

[There's a new face tonight. Richter steps onto the plane without stumbling, looking for all intents and purposes like he had been doing this forever. He reaches up, probably to brush hair out of his eyes, but stops and lets his hand drop to his side]

This place is... No, the Temples have a different atmosphere.

[Richter looks around some

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[unto_death]

[There's messy red hair in the corner of his vision, and Botta almost drops off the Plane on instinct, because he really doesn't want to deal with Kratos today. Or ever, in fact.

He stops just before flickering out, though, because a sense other than sight is telling him that not only is that not Kratos, it's a half-elf. That's certainly interesting enough for him to turn and take a good look, then approach.]

...I haven't seen you before. Are you new to the Plane?

[unto_death]

[Botta shakes his head in remembered exasperation - no one's too fond of the Tethe'allan nobility, really.]

That's a good point. Perhaps someone on that side has learned a little bit, then, if the Lezareno company is trying to keep the peace. Unlikely as it is, it's not completely unheard-of.

[enduringwinter]

[a small, wry smile] Only time will tell...?

[and he trails off, at a loss for conversation etiquette. It was the first time in ages since he'd talked to another half-elf that wasn't either Alice or his old colleagues from Sybak.

There was also that slightly uncomfortable detail involving Richter's part in all this conflict]