Smiling to himself, Malakaus was glad that his flirtation seemed to distract Illistrianna from his origins. That was good too, because from here on out any other romantic quip he had would have to be improvised. Maintaining a facade of intelligence and class was harder than it looked. Soon the elf asked Malakaus more about why he was here, which reminded him that he did have some business to attend to. He took out a piece of paper from within his cloak and showed it to Illistriana. [color=00a651]"A quest. I found this flyer in a tavern one day and felt that I must answer it's call."[/color]

Of course Malakaus omitted other details, such as the fact he found this flyer when he needed something to white his mouth after eating a particularly greasy meal, or that he joined this quest mostly because he was bored and figured that working for the king would be interesting. Indeed, the flying, between the creases and grease, detailed a quest to help the king find a cure for his kingdom. They needed any brave and strong soul to embark on this quest, with promises of great reward and glory. Gren could care less about money (He could usually get a good haul from robbing bandits) but the glory would be good. To get on the king's goodside could open up many opportunities for him.

[color=00a651]"I had hoped to enter the city yesterday and gather supplies, since the quest is suppose to begin today. Alas, I may have to forgo a trip into the city and instead head straight towards the meeting place. What about you?"[/color]

[@Riffus Maximus]