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Windsong
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A quick flash and a small rush of air in the corner of the sanctuary heralded the elf's return. His clothes singed, smoldering, and quickly removed down to his trousers left him smelling of ozone and burnt flesh. It made his nose curl as he ran a palm over his head, hair still mostly intact, for which he was ever grateful.
At the sight if newcomers the dunmer stepped forward with a clap of his palms and a jovial tone to his voice.
"Wealth beyond measure, n'wah!" His cheerful tone betraying the Vvardenfell slur.
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