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<Hmmm, does your new friend has a clandestine have a clandestine companion like myself, Clari? She speaks to no one but the air, unless it is to one we do not see...>
As she finishes tying down whatever spoils she managed to locate, Clari looks up at Isani, and Khromm. Hand on the hilt of her blade as she starts riding, <What are you talking about Keravel. Nobody's talking to the air. Sheesh. Sometimes i wonder about you.>
<The woman, you fool. Watch her closely. She is of a strange sort, not quite human, ...not that that really matters...>
<Anything but an elf, eh, Keravel?> Clari chuckles at the blade. While she may not care for outsiders particularly, Keravel is a source of almost constant ammusement.
Clari rides hard to catch up to the others. So, what particular business brings you to the north. Anything in particular, or just a notion that it may be a nice place? she asks Isani.
I'm using <> to denote telepathic communication as opposed to internal monologue.