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[desperate_times]

Well! That was charming. I love being chased by mobs of shadow critters, really, I do.

I just wish they'd chewed on a less expensive pair of boots.

[She's making it sound worse than it was. Chloe is quite good at getting away from danger.]

Everyone else in one piece? Not that I really know many of you, but the less of you are there, the less interesting things become.

Oh, and to the, um... alien-looking chap and the handsome little man who saved my skin at the station, thanks.

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[orcsurfing]

For what it is worth, your lifespan here is doubled to my best knowledge.

[ How reassuring that is for a human? He doesn't know. It isn't much for him, seeing as elves are immortal anyway. ]

I am certain many would wish so as well, myself included. One thing I can say for certain, whether it is true we may never return or not, keep your life and keep your shard. With the shard you lose all hope of ever returning.

[ The choice of words on her part is startlingly accurate, though he's aware it's nothing more but a coincidence. Still the scars from the twin brands ache vaguely at the memory it brings up. ]

My father and I both came willingly, we have listened to the fairies and offered our aid, what we have been told and what awaited us here were... too different for comfort. The lines of the war itself too unclear, ever shifting, the people of the Courts too similar at times, even when standing on the opposite sides of the field.

[ And he'll leave it at that. ]

[desperate_times]

People in power will always screw you over.

[At least, that's her experience. They always seem to want more.]

So you're washing your hands of it. And now you just.. travel around? For a few hundred years or more? Must get boring after awhile.

[orcsurfing]

My father has been a great king, wise and kind yet firm enough to have the people's respect.

[ Though he neither bristles nor takes offence in any way, merely stating a fact. ]

I gather those who need protection from the war itself, and offer my aid to them instead. Though even without this, I am over a thousand years old [ Smiles and amusement returns to his voice. ] I have mastered the art of not growing bored, I should think!

[desperate_times]

[He's a prince? Well, a new twist to things.]

A heroic prince. They'll write stories about you.

[The light teasing is back in her voice.]

You sound too young to be over a thousand. I wouldn't have guessed over three hundred.