[Slaine is surprisingly good at controlling the little pack of kiddos he's been playing with. Standing he dusts himself off, most of the kids deciding to run off and busy themselves, taking the hint that whoever it is that interrupted their game probably wants to chat with Slaine. Only one seems to linger, having latched herself to his leg, a little elven looking girl with silver hair, no older than five. She doesn't seem to have any intention of going anywhere.]
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Ah...I work here now.