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Reyson studied the youth, he would have a hard time getting that out of his far. Reyson had no offered to help anyone to get the blood out in some time, and he was wary to now. He moved to offer, but something stayed his tongue. No instead, he stood still and listened.

I'm Reyson Ebonywood. He spoke his name, quietly, quickly offering the same the youth did.  You owe me nothing. Just sometime if you meet me again, you teach me some of your language? If the youth never met him again, that was fine as well. He truly didn't want anything, just didn't like to see the young go hungry as he had.