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[IamanElfCollaborator]

"....I don't think your thoughts and my thoughts went the same way."

[SOLDIER First]

"How so? I would imagine being in a bath together with how unfamiliar we are with each other to be rather revealing."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"I never said anything about sharing a bath. Is this some kind of flirting ritual?"

[SOLDIER First]

"Though you mentioned heating bathwater. My apologies; I assumed you meant directly, as in being inside the bath itself."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Fair enough."

[Twinwolf]

((And now I must leave. Feel free to assume Lillian is basically mute from embarrassment.))

[SOLDIER First]

Elidyr nods, presumably in thanks.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"So, who are you then?"

[SOLDIER First]

"Elidyr Moeson, miss Shina. I was a smith in Iron Town - I still am, in fact. I have my tools with me if there is anything you would like tempered, though I can do little more without a proper forge. Or a makeshift forge, come to think of it."

She might spontaneously notice the (glaringly obvious) scar he has across his (glaringly obvious) closed left eye.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"What's up with the eye?"

[SOLDIER First]

He smiles ruefully.

"A smithing accident. Most of my bloodline has been smiths, and when I took up the trade myself, our success instilled arrogance. I was working a piece of bronze that I had not heated in the flame well enough and it shattered under my hammer."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Well, at least you learned before you lost something worse, am I right?"

[Shadestyle]

Browfen groans at the frivolity.

[SOLDIER First]

"Right."

[AbstractTraitorHero]

Geliebte is asleep leaning on beohtric.