"Nice bow you've got there."

He turned around and saw that Deadeye had talked about his bow. He nodded slowly. "Yes, thank you. Yours is quite nice as well." He didn't smile.

The man with the man-killer gun walked away, saying something about cleaning up the north side of the city by himself and the fact that he didn't want to travel with people who just wanted to chat. If Fenn didn't feel like talking, he would've spoken out, but he just shook his head slowly.

He watched slowly as the spiteful man with the gun, apparently named Marl, walked away, as did Deadeye. Lifting his eyes, he stared at the sky as he sighed. "What has driven this city to such hate?" He wondered. He decided that he'd go after Deadeye. Looking around nonchalantly, he went in the direction that the two men went.

Running silently, he caught up to Deadeye and put his hand on his shoulder. The surprised man looked around, ready for a fight, and when he saw Fenn he relaxed.

"Hello, Fenn. What're you doing here?"

He was silent for a moment and pulled back his hood to expose his shimmering blond hair and pointed ears. A wind blew, and tossled his hair around as though it were a leaf upon an autumn brease. Pausing, he then spoke in his strange elven voice.

"I'd like to help you clean up this ravaged city. Such devastation has always affected me, ever since my home was brutally robbed. That is, if you wouldn't mind me helping. I can tell the other man with the gun does not want me here."

He looked around slowly, and turned back to the man, waiting for an answer.

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