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~Liran Ver'Ha~
Liran chuckles at Sichelgaita's remark. "I can say I have never seen the holy powers of a paladin not help in the depths of the world wound. A cleric, or paladin. Without one to see after your own holy safety, those trips are much more dangerous."
Taking a drink, the elven knight turns to regard the tiefling to the side of the conversation with a raised eyebrow.
"An outcast of Cheliax my friend? I know how those devil worshipers treat individuals of your type. Please introduce yourself. While such slinking may be common place in Cheliax, we in Andoran try to be open and more hospitable."
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The tiny azata flits back to the paladin, and flying upside down faces her... well, face. "You were friendly, too! And, you were all worried that people would call you see-- well, that other name. And, also, you were very nice, and you smack those demons really well!" A huge grin at the target of her comments, and then she swoops to right herself. She flies to the bar, to discuss with the bartender the benefits of keeping glasses that smaller patrons might be able to hoist on their own.
Sheliantha nods to the others present and rises to flow into a court'sey befitting the most formal of the Grand Prince's courts. "You are most kind, Sichelgaita, and I am ever so glad we had met. I look forward to a time my duties free up and we can spend more time together."
Resuming her seat, she watches the interchange between the elves (demi and not) and tiefling. "Nor have I, save those that attain them with magic. Not even at the Tanglebriar, where hardship and mutation are orders of the day. Many elves and their descendants can fly, of course. It almost becomes hmm, de rigeur? for students of the arcane."
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~Liran Ver'Ha~
Taking the proffered hand in his scale gauntleted, the tall elf chuckles, "Well, I am sorry to disappoint you. My kind do not tend to be the brawny types. I do enjoy the flattery though."
A flash of anger races across Liran's face as he over hears the Tanglebriar, but a smile quickly covers it back up.
"A half elf with wings would be a rather interesting sight, I must say!"
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Into the room storms a blonde haired elven woman, decked in an elegent cassock of golden and red cloth with a symbol of the Goddess Sarenrae on her back. At first glance, all appears to be well, but upon futher investigation minor things are out of place. There are some scorch marks on her sleeves; her hair appears to be ready to fall from its elaborate updo; and mud covers the hem of her outfit.
Scanning the occupants, her pupilless gaze quickly hones in on the other full elven man in the room. Letting out a annoyed snort, she makes quick work of the distance between herself and Liran. Placing a hand on Liran's shoulder, she smiles sweetly at the tiefling Liran is talking to. "Hello, do you mind if I borrow my brother for a moment? I have some matters that I wish to discuss with him, that are of the up-most importance."
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~Liran Ver'Ha~
Turning at the touch on his shoulder, Liran smiles broadly, "The matter cannot be too important, unless Menel has had another idea! You have finally decided to join us lesser beings in a social gathering! I am so very proud of you my sister."
Leaning back over, he winks at the tiefling, letting him in on the joke.
"Now, my dear sister, what is your poison? I would gather a guess of...water?"
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At Sheliantha's court'sey, Sichelgaita rises and bows deeply to both Sheliantha and her lyrakien companion. "I'm incredibly glad we met, and I too hope that our mutual duties allow for passing more time together. "
She turns back in time to see the interchange between Liran, Erkos and Gla'hel - the latter two of whom she inclines her head in greeting. "The roads are certainly more dangerous than they used to be," she observes, on seeing Glathel's somewhat dishevelled appearance. "Though surely it'd be a brave - or stupid - bandit who tangled with a cleric."
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Rolling her eyes at Liran's jab at her personality, Gla'thel refuses to bite. "I have never been a ma'am or a madame, but thank you for the attempt at being polite. I am just Gla'thel. I am not a magpie for titles, unlike my dear younger brother here." Patting Liran on the pauldron, her eyes flicker to the half elven man and the female paladin.
"I wish it was the roads that I have to worry about. No, Liran's..." Pausing to search for the right phrase in Taldane, Gla'thel weighs her words carefully. "bestial companions are not getting along as well as one would hope. His newest bond is attempting to eat his oldest and I've been playing interference."
Furrowing her brows, Gla'thel has a flash of recognition. "Oh and Menel's gone and joined the Bellflowers. Did you have anything to do with that?" As she abruptly addressed last question to the Knight-Captain. Frowning slightly, she removes her arm from Liran's shoulder give him a concerned look.
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~Liran Ver'Ha~
"That older bit is somewhat contested I might say." the elven man interjects.
Liran then blinks somewhat confusedly about his companions not getting along.
"Baelonna? We came here together." Pausing, he puts his drink upon the bar top and steps outside for a few moments.
Returning, he is running a hand through his long hair, "Well it appears Baelonna may have flown back to the farm. Can't say I am too worried. Baelonna and Telathar have been going at it when they can. Telafar is far from helpless though. That old warhorse knows a thing or too, and Baelonna is young. She will learn. I will speak to her when we return though."
Grabbing his drink, he takes a deep gulp of its contents.
"As for Menel, she has always done what she pleases. Whether we know of it or not. Proud of her for joining the Bellflowers though. Doing some good for those pour souls in Cheliax."
Holding up his drink he chuckles, "Heres to some ruffled Hellknight feathers, and to a few aristocrats who have to retrieve their own sugar for their drinks."
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Rolling her eyes at Liran's jab at her personality, Gla'thel refuses to bite. "I have never been a ma'am or a madame, but thank you for the attempt at being polite. I am just Gla'thel. I am not a magpie for titles, unlike my dear younger brother here." Patting Liran on the pauldron, her eyes flicker to the half elven man and the female paladin.
Its so hard to tell with mammals.
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Sheliantha eases her way to stand next to Kyros, and looks to the elf and tengu with a dazzling smile. Her long, lustrous brown hair sways behind her back, hilighting the royal blue of her dress where the collar of the halter passes behind her neck. The tattoos that cross her much-exposed skin reek of ancient things, the stylized thassilonian script almost seeming to come to life. As she comes to a stop next to the cavalier, her long, split skirt swirls back into place, now covering her long, toned legs.
"Really, gentlemen? There is difficulty in distinguishing between a hero of many battles, showing the hard-earned scars from weapons brandished by the enemy, and a mere slip of a varisian girl? I assure you, we don't look all that similar..."
Her smile flashes again, lighting the room, and, oh yes, her eyes. The blue-within-blue, no whites to be seen might be familiar to to a wizard or magus who uses magic to see the world around him.
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"I tell mammalsss apart by their hair color, hair length, and sssometimesss clothing. It would probably be easssy for two humansss with short, brown hair to fool me by trading armor with each other. I'm glad other hair colorsss are more common here in the Inner Sssea region than on my native Tian Xia."
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The door opens and in comes a tall man in a well worn Andoran uniform. A new looking set of Captains bars adorn his collar. He walks up to the bar and orders black tea and rum. After getting his drink he turns around and leans against the bar. He pushes his tricorn hat back and says "I can't believe they went and made me a bloody officer."
