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Xan's footsteps are light and swift as he truded through the mossy forest. Pushing a branch fron his sight, his vison came apon something fairly large in the distance. His gand clasped the hilt of his gun, the leather smooth and textured against his skin. On a closer look, he finds that the creature consisted of pointed ears, and fair fabric clothing. An elf, he sighed to himself and stepped out from the talk grass, the cold metal of the gun pressed against the back of your head. "Speak."