“Who in Grenth's name is Willer the Wisp?” The commander stared at the pale sylvari Recruit in his unit.
A fellow sylvari Crusader pulled his sister aside with a forced laugh and bowed to the Commander. “Don't mind her, she's still pretty fresh from the Dream and sometimes forgets the customs and slang now that she's awoken.”
The commander pursed his lips, but waved them off.
The Crusader pulled his white barked sister with him, cutting off her protest. “Ixnay on the eaturescray” He whispered through his teeth. “They're gonna think you're crazy and then they'll think you're turning Mordrem.”
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