Aman watched a newcomer enter, smiling as she pantomined eating with the daggers, narrowly missing her face. The uruk wasnt impressed, and took the daggers anyway. The elf started to wander around a little aimlessly, as Aman desperately tried to remember who she was, before it clicked.
"Nice move there." The newcomer spun around as Aman spoke just behind her ear, and grinned wickedly. Aman continued with a shrug. "Next time, bring a spare, give it up and blame the rest on jewellery."
The Elf Herself made her face a picture of complete innocence. "What? What would I possibly try?" Then she grinned again, and allowed her daggers to be visible for a moment. Aman looked incredulously at her, then grinned approvingly.
"Very nicely done. My sais were given in, but my dirk is...a little less easy to find." She patted her thigh subtly. The Elf Herself wrinkled her nose in appreciation. Aman felt herself alread taking a liking to this newcomer. She stuck out a hand, her sleeve swinging from it, but quite elegantly as she introduced herself.
"Amanaduial the Archer."
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I am what I was, a harmless little devil
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