[He pauses, smiling sheepishly as a hand goes to his head. Gods, his ears, he misses his proper ears.]
I am. And I like to think I am, still. But in this world, it seems, all who come here are made to look as Hyur do, though for what reason or how I cannot say.
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[He pauses, smiling sheepishly as a hand goes to his head. Gods, his ears, he misses his proper ears.]
I am. And I like to think I am, still. But in this world, it seems, all who come here are made to look as Hyur do, though for what reason or how I cannot say.