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Jegrah was about to leave her spot when she spotted it--Or rather him. A Ratzerl. Jegrah new of her race's history with his race's. Although she hadn't been born at the height of the persecution and genocide. Still she retained conflicted feelings about the rodentia beast. On one hand she knew it was her duty to approach him with much hostility, maybe start a fight with him just for the hell of it. But on another hand she knew how it felt to be treated as though she was less than. And in this time and place where there were no orcs and she was on her own...Should she still act on the feelings of her people?
No.
As he approached her, she gave him a nod and a typical friendly greeting. Or at least she hoped so. "Well met." And then she turned back to stare at the passing villagers and to think of what she was to do at the time. Now that some of the villagers thought her a kind soul, she thought that perhaps she'd make a home there. At least here no one will mock me, and challenge me. She thought.
No.
As he approached her, she gave him a nod and a typical friendly greeting. Or at least she hoped so. "Well met." And then she turned back to stare at the passing villagers and to think of what she was to do at the time. Now that some of the villagers thought her a kind soul, she thought that perhaps she'd make a home there. At least here no one will mock me, and challenge me. She thought.
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