Thalion Runescar 


Thalion followed the warden to the dining hall but could find no opportunity to relax or so much as glance around. It seemed nearly every fiber of his being was concentrating on the fouled the of people's here. Whom had taken an unhealthy attraction to his presence.
His little sidestep had offended the monster and now it wanted a little petty payback. 

Thalion took a seat near the back of the table furthest away from Melody. The food was exquisite but the rogue chose not to partake. Poison was a common way to kill someone at a feast like this. 
With the legion on full assault it wasn't an impossibility.

It had only taken a few moments for melody to begin her tirade of questions and outright rude insinuations. The Warden leader here made it quite obvious that she would not tolerate it.

Thalion stood up suddenly and glanced at those surrounding him one by one, then raised the cup provided to him (but filled up from a hip flask)

"I, for one, do not trust any of you. Not for your race. Not for your reasons to be here. I do not trust you because I've never needed to trust anyone. I hope you all prove an exception to this, though, so for now," He shot a quick glance at melody before looking to the warden. "Let us all agree on one thing." Thalion brought his cup up high in toast. "Fuck the Banshee Queen."

With that he tipped the tankard over and gulped down its contents in a single swallow before slamming it onto the table.

"Now. Stop wasting time. Where are we going and when are we leaving."

This wasn't a pleasure vacation. It was work. The sooner they got started the better.