Carathon leaned forward to get a good look at the newcomer. He rode up to her, silently, so she did not know he was coming.
"Hello." The girl jumped. "You shouldn't ride with us. They are bad. They'll hurt you."
The girl seemed surprised by his way of speaking. He repeated it in elvish. Still she looked confused.
"Do you not speak our language?" he whispered. He shook his head slightly.
"I'm Carathon. who are you?"
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If nature made you a giver, you are born with your hands and heart open, and though your hands may sometimes be empty, your heart is always full, and you can give things out of that.
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