Hushed Willows and now I hear the choir [festival]

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He nodded, understanding the situation Illidan was in. He suspected the lad had friends who'd attend the festival, too. Perhaps they weren't here, or he hadn't seen them yet.
He was just glad that he had Wintersbane, Keen and the Faeryn woman to accompany him. He was half glad he was invited.
He felt glad to see Illidan here.

"You're obviously a hard worker, then. Just remember to never work too hard." He knew it was probably pointless telling him that. Illidan probably wouldn't listen; neither would he, in all honesty. Derg often worked until exhaustion and his legs couldn't carry him another step.
As a former scout, it didn't do him well with the mindset.

He took a brief moment to consider the question before turning to look over his shoulder at Isleña, gesturing to her sleek form standing with others. "I believe she'll be one for me to look out for," He turned back to the man, a soft smile of amusement playing on his lips. He liked to play games.

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