[center][hr][hr][b][color=ffcc55]Elian Zefra[/color][/b]
[color=598527][sub][b]LOCALE[/b] // City of Thorinn: Lefig Lawn
[b]TIME[/b] // morning[/sub][/color][/center][hr][hr]
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Elian hated dealing with idiots.  She was not going to try to keep n00bs alive and then put up with their whining and yelling when they inevitably died.  She'd budgeted an hour or so to deal with the worst of them -- the ones that were the /most/ desperate to get themselves killed.  By the time a familiar booming voice called her name, she was in sore need of a break.  "Hey, it's the Dork Knight!" she called back, waving happily back as Hawkwood came towards her, Ebon in tow.  "And the Flashing Fencer!  Gods you're a sight for sore eyes."  Anything further she might've said was cut off as another friendly face interposed himself between her and the other two.  

"Landon!  Hey, you know what they say.  Gotta keep a troublemaker like you where I can see you, yeah?"  She laughed.  "I posted the job, but yes, I did invite some people specifically.  One just arrived, but might take him a few minutes to turn up.  Let's see here...."  Even Elian's above-average height wasn't exactly a major advantage when a large portion of those around were wearing bulky armor, so she leaped on the flagpole and climbed a few feet.  "One comment about pole dancers, Landon, and you'll be a flagpole topper."

She looked around, and immediately spotted the anachronistic baseball cap.  "Ah, there he comes.  And there's Graves -- oi, Fishface!"  Elian raised her voice to call to the half-armored fighter, using a standard nickname that went off his preferred weapon.  She pulled a fan free of her belt and flipped it open, counting on the bright blades and gold-painted butterflies to reflect sunlight and get the man's attention.  When he directed his scowl at her she knew she'd succeeded and responded with a cheeky smile, then took a last look around.  She didn't see anyone else so she hopped down, landing lightly as she closed her fan with a snap.  "I am willing to make introductions as often as needed," she added, "but I think you all know me already."

Fiddle music reached Elian's pointed ears, and she lit up.  "Oh!  I know that song -- that's gotta be Tiferet."  She'd missed the other woman in her surveillance of the lawn, but it was a busy place and while Tiferet's style was distinctive, she didn't stand out simply because of the quantity of brightly-colored outfits.  A flicked sign activated her earring.  "Tiferet," she said, suspecting the bard had her amulet open for local whispers.  "If you aren't done when I've got people, I'll come find you," she said, keeping the message short so as not to interrupt the other woman's playing too much.  A gesture muted her end, and she turned her attention back to those gathering around the post.  It looked like it would be a decent party, though she'd prefer a few more.  Still, they could make an initial run with this.  Elian grinned.[/indent]