[Maybe the beaches of the islets aren't the best place to ride a horse -- but this doesn't stop Maridian, who urges his heavily-armored mount up onto the sands of the islet from its trot across the water in between.]
[Speed is of the essence. He is an elf on a mission.]
[Hopping off the charger the way a person in heavy plate mail shouldn't be able to, he catches the reins to walk a little closer. And yes -- he'd seen right.]
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[Speed is of the essence. He is an elf on a mission.]
[Hopping off the charger the way a person in heavy plate mail shouldn't be able to, he catches the reins to walk a little closer. And yes -- he'd seen right.]
You've got a stove!
[The delight in his voice is blatant and pure.]