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The other smelled of herbs, and blood. He eyed him to try and find the source of his wounds. And caught sight of it. That looked like it hurt at one time. Though it looked as if it was healing, fairly well.

Well met Akavir Frostfur-Mayfair. Not at all. Please.

Arric moved backwards a space, to give the other room to maneuver and breathe. He didn't wish to crowd him or anything. Especially given that he had wounds upon him, so he was not afraid of fighting. Which Arric wasn't either, but he preferred peace to violence, though he could certainly be violent.