Niar

Near stood calmly in the middle of his room, looking out the window. The city of white Elves was graceful, a bunch of sakura surrounded the city, and pleased the nose. Dressed in a white kimono with elven eiroglephs.

• What grace. How warm and tender it is today. Washed the niar, walking along the streets. Leaving the gate two hours later, the guy followed along the forest path, and then came out to the forks. —let's stretch our bones... he headed towards the arena.

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