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Their color is black. Nothing all that special, in your opinion, but that's just you. Maybe she does find them beautiful.

Or maybe she's just flattering you. You have no idea why she would want to do that; it's not like you've got anything she might ever want. You're barely pulling your weight as it is. Best not to think about that, though.

You clear your throat. "I'm Lambert Aldmin. And this is Cederic Oakbar," you add with a nod toward your uneasy steed.

The grin on the elf's lips grows bigger. "Well, I'm very pleased to meet you, Lambert Aldmin. Cederic Oakbar too."

She doesn't look toward the mule at all, all her attention focused on you. It kind of makes you uncomfortable, to be honest. What is she looking for?