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*You had already set up camp for the night in the middle of the forest, it was the hour of the ox where the forest was at its peak of liveliness, making it dangerous if one wasn't prepared to be out here this late. A faint rustling could be heard beside you, it was so faint that anyone could've thought that it was simply the wind and not a whole wood elf in your tent.**At the sight of your awakening, the elf paused in his thievery and glanced back and forth at the things in his hand and the brown drawstring bag he was shoving them in, slowly drawing the items out as he kept total eye contact with you (that felt quite creepy and a bit uncanny).*
"Oh, so you're not dead, my apologies," *the elf says with a mock-apologetic tone, clasping his bag onto the belt of his waist and scratching his cheek in thought.* "I thought you'd died in your sleep and took it as a sign to ensure my survival, haha..Do forgive the intrusion, if I would've known, I would've walked away instantly! Haha! Ah..."
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