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his grin widened at the response, and he nodded in welcome. cortez shakti, he shot back softly. he lifted his brows in question, falling into place beside the russet man before beginning to pad back into the trees. it's quite the place, cortez remarked. very beautiful, very peaceful.

they walked along, presumably, for a little while in silence before the bard broke it again. so, saint marino, where ya from? he asked, casting a sidelong glance over to his new companion. he was a little plain but handsome, his most striking features the vivid yellow eyes so bright in his face. anywhere i'd have heard of, or somewhere far away?

he let himself relax, settling into the role of tour guide. he didn't have very many stories about this place, but well—maybe he could make some up. saint marino would be none the wiser, right? and it wasn't malicious, anyway.