Two Fives
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"Nice to meet you too," voices Niklas. He has a bright smile, as bright as the bonfires some feet away from them. Inquisitively, he trails her eyes to the scape. A river as turquiose as his eyes that reaches far into the meadows, so far that it exits the pocket of light around the camp, swallowed up by night's dark mouth. "Nervous, eh? We've all been there. Hell, this place could make anyone nervous. Especially with that Dave around."