[color=00a651][h3]Meirin Kurenai[/h3][/color]

Meirin has been at big parties before, the College hosts them from time to time. But here at Djarkel, everything just felt so much more... Different. Not friendly at least. Having spent all her life in Djarkel, she has seen it's good and bad side, and she knows it's unfair for her to judge Djarkel's nobility. But see has seen the poor, ruined husks of villages she had to escort travelers through, the ragged and deranged bandits who were once just townsfolk trying to get anything to stave off hunger, and here she was, dressed in clothing that could buy her land, eating food that could feed a whole village for months. She was always aware of the difference between the upper, middle, and lower class, but this would be the first time that Meirin realized just how [i]prosperous[/i] Djarkel can be, considering how poor she usually saw it.

And it made her a bit angry too. These people had all this luxuries, and who benefits the most from it? Certainly not the ones who fight and die for it. She didn't even see any guardsmen here. And Meirin wondered if this was normal for all nobility. Taking deep breaths, Meirin had to calm herself. This was a diplomatic mission. She had handled diplomats before. And she knew about Djarkel culture, at least a little bit. It was a good thing that Ssarak wasn't here, because Meirin was going to have to show a side of her that she seldom liked to show; her haughty side.

While the other girls had dressed quite fancily, with some like Lyn using actual magic, Meirin's dress was both well crafted, made of top quality materials, and emphasized her figure. Namely, her dress showed off a generous amount of bust, hugging her curves so tightly that one could almost see the muscles through her dress. Her shoulders were exposed and it looked like that any strenuous movement would cause her dress to fall, though thanks to the craftsmen at the college, that would never happen. There was a slit on the side of her dress that went all the way up to her waist, showing off her leg and stocking, as well as allowing her silken shoes to be more predominately displayed. But while her dress may look more appropriate for a courtesan then nobility, she also wore a silken body suit underneath, thus showing no skin, with golden embroideries of the college's emblem placed where her skin would have been seen. A combination of modesty with sexual appeal, just as Meirin liked.

Among the accessories she carried, she also had a parasol. This was not a hidden weapon, though the canopy was made of harden silk layers, good enough to catch blades without allowing a clean cut. But this parasol had a different purpose, and that was the intricate runes carefully carved onto the cloth. These runes simply glowed in a multitude of colors, but if need be, Meirin could control the color and image the rune showed if she had to incorporate her skills into a performance. As far as Meirin was aware of, rune magic usually is done on solid things like metal or stones. To see that the college could inscribe such things onto cloth would certainly interest many Djarkel barons.

As such she approached Sighard of the Wyvern Hills. She could smell the alcohol off of him, but he was neither drunk or pleased. It seemed that he hasn't quite found the poison he was looking for yet. Looking at the collection of chalices, Meirin could recognized a few of the scents from her time in alchemy class. Getting a good idea of what he has tried, she approached the old baron. [color=00a651]"Greet's my lord. I am Meirin Kurenai of the Twilight College. May I entertain your company?"[/color] Meirin said with an air of arrogance, as if she was implying that Sighard was bored or even boring. 

[color=fff79a][h3]Myrn Vaan'Atisha[/h3][/color]

Myrn had been quiet the entire time they arrived in Yarosmere. It was just all so... Horrible. Scenes of death and destruction everywhere, and though Myrn has seen first hand what sort of power a maliced Naga can unleash, she was more sad than scared looking at them. Myrn's relationship with the naga was little, and Mar was hardly the most pleasant woman she's ever had to interact with, but even they don't deserve this. The torture they were suffering at the hands of the Yarosmere were better fit for demons, not human beings. But maybe now they're nothing more than monsters, pretending to be humans.

Things didn't get any better when they arrived to the market for a meal. Suddenly they were attacked, and Myrn had her weapon drawn to fight. E'nasha was taken into a portal, followed by Baulder. Baulder, for some reason, sicked John on Aramir. Myrn and Mar quickly cut off John's path, and in Myrn's instances, intended to cut off John's head. [color=fff79a]"Mar you aren't safe here! Go to the portal and beat the shit out of Baulder, we'll figure out what's going on here!"[/color] AS Myrn slashed at John, she tried to also give Mar a path straight towards the portal. She knew that Mar wasn't very good at walking still, and would need as much of a clear path as she could get.