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He could tell she was doubting herself because of her looks. "Usstan kyorl naubol xusst." He slowly reached out and gently pulled her chin up with the side of his forefinger to let the sun fully shine upon her face. "Dos phuul endar, nindel 'udtila naut hass'l dos phuul myar," he was speaking softly to her. He slowly pulled his hand back, "Doer. Z'hin xuil ussa. Dos orn kyorl gaer zhah naubol ulu treemma."

Par'il had smirked slightly at the comment about Ilyana. He turned sharply as the owner came into the room. "Alright? 'She said they were having a 50% of sale.' ...whatever a 'sale' is." The shopkeeper looked around at the mess Ilyana had made with the non-edible parts of the plants. She stormed up to Par'il, grabbing a few wooden polls along the way. "Dos talinth dos shlu'ta fridj doer wun ghil lueth morfeth natha xa'huuli del ussta shuk?" "Udos phuul taudl, Micamer, udos orn yaith whol jal lil jiv'undus del lil degahr udos inbal thryarus ghil." She shoved the broom she was carrying to Par'il. "Dajakk ol phor!" She then quickly tossed a mop at Shin-lu and a bucket of soapy water at Ilyana."Xas, Micamer." The bucket of water had tipped before it reached her and wound up dumping on her and the floor. The elf walked back into the back room mumbling, "Nau bwael, ticondo, myar, degahr-morfelith, bwael-whol-naubol..." Par'il stared for a moment, "That could have gone worse. The good news is that we're off the hook if we clean up the place." After looking to Shin-lu and a now soaked Ilyana one more time, Par'il started sweeping the shop.

Dark finally found the hot springs on an edge of the town. He sneaked in past the front desk and into the back.
Siom, still following dark, tried also to go past the elf at the front desk. "Ush'akal, dos inbal ulu yaith ulu inbau wun ghil." "Vel'bol? Nau, dos kyorl, ussta abbil alus wun gaer lueth..." "Ush'akal, dos inbal ulu yaith." Siom reluctantly reached into his pocket and pulled out a few silver pieces and gave them to the man. "Dark, you owe me one." He then followed in.

((Oh the reputation we are leaving for the arena lol))


((translations:
young elf: "I see nothing wrong."
"You're different, that doesn't mean you are bad."
"Come. Walk with me. You'll see there's nothing to fear."

shopkeeper: "You think you can just barge in here and make a mess of my shoppe ?"
Par'il: "We are sorry ma'am, we will pay for all the trouble we have caused here."
shopkeeper: "Clean it up!"
Par'il: "Yes, Ma'am."
shopkeeper: "No good, lazy, rotten, trouble-making, good-for-nothing..."

Hot spring worker: "Sir, you have to pay to get in here."
Siom:"What ? No, you see, my friend went in there and..."
Hot Spring worker:"Sir, you have to pay."))

The heeler gently set the book down on the table. Dust scattered from the still filthy, old book to the air around it. "Usstan orn tlu izil ulu o'goth dos," she lowered her head a bit without breaking eye contact, "Jhal ol orn plynn draeval." She looked away know, holding her where it last was, "... Natha drathir dro.... mayoe draa... xor rraun...." She looked up to see Kayla mildly disappointed at her news. "Treemma naut ussta dalhar, bwael klezn doer ulu nindyn vel'uss kyorl."

"Xudtila gaer zuch inbal ulu tlu natha vel'klar?" He started to walk, only to stop shortly after the first few steps, "Gi! Vel'klar phuul ussta mala?" he turned fully to her again, "Usstan kat kruk ussta kaas." He bowed, full gesture, " Usstan uil
Slais'eyr." He held out his hand for her to take if she so chose to do so. "Zhal udos?"

Par'il's eyes grew with anxiety of Ilyana beign any hungrier than she already was. Being the one who ran his father's weapon smith while his father was away (and not having much else to do), he had cleaning down to a science.He pulled out a rag from his sleeves and started quickly, yet efficently, clean off any smooth surfaces of the counters until there was a nice shine. He then took the broom and swept all the dust, dirt, and unuseable plant remains into a bin in the corner. Then he snatched the mop from an almost shocked Shin-lu and began in the reverse direction that he swept. Surprisingly, especially considering the time it took to do it and the fact that it was an elven shop, the store looked cleaner than it did when they walked in. He then set the two cleaning tools against the wall where the shopkeeper had stormed off to. He then quickly walked over to the two girls, spun then to face the door, and put a firm steady hand pushing against their backs. "Alright, let us go. No time to be wasting here. He paused and looked at the baren pots that once bore fruit trees and vegetable shrubs. He sighed, "Wait out here a moment." He knew he didn't want Ilyana in the room as he did this, for who knows what her reaction might have been. He took a deep breath, and began his chant, "Quel talar' - coia e' nosta - tua en' kemen - Olva kuila." He waited there a moment to catch his breath, the plants began sprouting from there pots again growing edible vegetation, mayhaps not as large as before, but decent none the less. After panting a bit, Par'il exited to Shin-lu and Ilyana. "Alright, let us go to the bakery.

Dark had already stripped down to his boxers, still keeping his mask on, and slowly submerged himself in the warm waters. Siom came out, wearing the towel provided. There was no use in hiding the fact he was following him now, there was no where to hide anyways. "Why did you follow me here? It can't be I know this settlement better than you do." 'Well that was fast and to the point,' Siom thought. "They told me to keep an eye on you." Siom walked over tossing the towel next to him as he lowered himself into the bath. "An elf never could trust me." Inside, Dark could feel his alter ego, trying to claw itself out, to slaughter this village. Siom looked to him, "Siom looked to him, "You remember our promise, right?" "Yeah..."


((Wow, first Shin-lu painfully annoys Par'il to aggression, then he terrifies him into aggression. Shin-lu is two for two, I am impressed.))
((Translations:
Healer: "I will be able to heal you.
"But it will take time."
"... A moon's cycle ... maybe two. ... or six. ..."
"Fear not my child, good things come to those who have patience."

Slais'eyr: "Does there always have to be a where?
"Oh! where are my manners?"
"I forgot to introduce myself."
"My name is Slasi'eyr"
"Shall we?

Par'il: "Fertile ground - life in birth - nurture of Earth - Plants sprout."))