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<DIV style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: times new roman, new york, times, serif"> While examining Zhou and Kee Arawn's attention seems drawn to their clothing and he runs a gloved hand along Kee's shoulder. When he pulls his hand back it seems coated with a fine powder.</DIV>
<DIV style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: times new roman, new york, times, serif"> "Do you have any idea what this is? It could well be the cause of your itching. You might wish to have someone examine it."</DIV>
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<DIV style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: times new roman, new york, times, serif"> In regards to Z'leyra's request to learn languages Arawn will offer to teach Helva unless Z'leyra is looking to trade Supernatural tongues (he won't bring it up unless she does).</DIV>
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<DIV style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: times new roman, new york, times, serif"> As the final giant falls to the ground Arawn rises to his feet and begins to alternate between studying them and watching the surrounding area for more danger. When it seems that no other dangers will spring on the party he begins to assist in searching through the remains. </DIV>
<DIV style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: times new roman, new york, times, serif"> He feels bad that the giants chose the path that they did, following a racial hatred that has gone back eons, but also readily accepts the groups need to defend themselves. He whispers a prayer for their spirits in hopes that one day they may incarnate with more wisdom than they held in their prior lifetime. Once done he turns a more clinical eye toward their remains. Their is much that giants such as these have taken and he is aware that there is little time for burial, in fact he ponders the benefits of allowing them to give to the cycle by nourishing the creatures of the wood through their flesh. Accepting the constraints and benefits he opts for the latter, allowing them to rest upon the forest floor but marking the site with a small pile of rocks by their heads.</DIV>
<DIV style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: times new roman, new york, times, serif"> He is still standing over them when Chion begins to take samples and, unlike the others, doesn't balk. He had been wondering whether to take the heads and create tathlums but, realizing that there was not enough time to do so, opted instead for several strands of their hair and some of their blood. As he works he smiles when he looks Chion's way.</DIV>
<DIV style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: times new roman, new york, times, serif"> "Thank you, Chion, for trying."</DIV>
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