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He continued to stare, though it wasn't malicious and Damaris tried to ignore it. This wasn't the tribe, she wouldn't be cast out for her looks being seen as a bad omen. The man, Phares, seemed friendly enough and she hoped that they would become friends. Damaris hadn't ever really had a friend outside her brother, it would be nice.

"Yeah, that's me...the newbie," she commented somewhat awkwardly, glad to hear his leg wasn't in too bad of condition at least. Her skills were only rudimentary as it was, she wouldn't have been able to help him with a serious injury.

Suddenly it clicked from her first conversation that Phares the priest was this Phares. Damaris had to stop herself from jumping up suddenly in surprise. "You're the priest that Jhala mentioned! She said that you could teach me about the religion," Damaris sounded hopeful after her first exclamation, not even sure what their religion was called. Jhala hadn't really explained much beyond titles and pointing her towards Phares.