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It was Kalt who spotted the two new arrivals to the ruin of Blue Mountain as they picked their way down the treacherous slope, rubble rolling out from underfoot and bouncing down to the valley floor at every step. They could not have been expected, but Aurek's ever-unflappable aura certainly gave that impression as he rose to greet them.
After wary introductions, the five elves (plus the wolf, who was eyeing the stag pen with too much interest for the Go-Backs' liking) made their way down into Aurek's lodge to take seats around the hearth. It was a strangely familiar sort of coziness for the newly-arrived Sun Villagers, this homey space with all of its stone jars and shelves, but there was little enough time for comfort before Firn spoke.
"If you're both from the Sun Village, do you have word on what happened with the Go-Backs? Did they make it across the desert?"
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After wary introductions, the five elves (plus the wolf, who was eyeing the stag pen with too much interest for the Go-Backs' liking) made their way down into Aurek's lodge to take seats around the hearth. It was a strangely familiar sort of coziness for the newly-arrived Sun Villagers, this homey space with all of its stone jars and shelves, but there was little enough time for comfort before Firn spoke.
"If you're both from the Sun Village, do you have word on what happened with the Go-Backs? Did they make it across the desert?"
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