[i]Althalus[/i]

[color=00aeef]"I only talk like that to people I like."[/color] Althalus smirked, enjoying himself, before saying sarcastically [color=00aeef]"Me? [i]Lie?[/i] Perish the thought! I'm the soul of honesty and truthfulness. When it comes to people I like at least."[/color] He pulled out his coin from his pocket, flipping it back and forth between his fingers, turned around and began to walk out of the gardens. [color=00aeef]"Well, come on. I suppose you'll have to work on your smiles while we head over there. I'm sure by the time we arrive you'll just be dazzling them with charm and they'll fall over themselves to explain the situation to you. I'll just be there to make sure you don't decide beating them would be easier than chatting with them."[/color] He looked over his shoulder, grinning at Alaira. 

In a short amount of time, they were approaching the diplomats. There were three of them. An Orc, a human, and a dwarf. Althalus lead the way to the one who looked the friendliest, the human. He was older, grey shooting through his hair and beard. His skin was tanned and his hands calloused, with the build of someone who had spent most of their life doing heavy labor. His brown eyes radiated friendliness as he smiled in greeting. "Hello! My name is Lan. One of the three diplomats of Tidehome, considering our government can't choose any one stance to side with. To what do I owe the pleasure of meeting you?"

Althalus looked at Alaria and lightly jabbed his elbow into her ribs, gesturing for her to speak.


[u]Grey[/u]

[i] Don't just stutter and act flustered, the woman is going to wonder what you're so worked up about. Assuming from how you didn't immediately begin screaming to her about me, you don't want her to know about me. Come now, I can't be the first divine weapon you've seen. Speak up. What's your name, boy?[/i] A slight exasperated tone had entered the axe's voice.

[u]Leith[/u]

[i]They're powerful....old. Generals, perhaps? Can't tell. They're too far away. They need to get closer before they can be identified.[/i] The voice whispered in Leith's mind, before the Yarosmerian diplomat spoke. 

"No thanks to the way I acted before. I have considered apologizing to the others, but I suspect they'd try to kill me if I showed my face again. Even if I explained how my mind wasn't my own. I must thank you again for saving me from my false hatred. I suspect it would not have been a pleasant way to go."