[As Braska turns to face him fully, Lindir stiffens a little. Something about him seemed a bit... off, but it wasn't something the Elf could place his finger on. In the end, Lindir knew he was a rather jumpy fellow, so he does his best to ignore the feeling and relaxes again.]
Age matters not to my kind. I was much the same in my youth.
[A pause.]
Music, mostly. I favor the harp, though I cannot play.
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Age matters not to my kind. I was much the same in my youth.
[A pause.]
Music, mostly. I favor the harp, though I cannot play.