[h3][color=662d91]Vale Azsier[/color][/h3]


  Being slightly annoyed would be putting it lightly for Vale, this place and its people were too happy and animated for his tastes. To him the other students seemed more like children who had just been let out to play. He could understand some of them better if they had been literally starving before breakfast but all he could think to do was grab a couple of rare Maw Beast steaks. The flesh of the Maw Beast’s is purple and extremely tasty for dark elves as their flesh has been tainted with dark energy, slightly pickled in light poisons and exotic spices smelling of raw slightly putrid meat, it acted as a slight pick me up and was good for the mind.

  In his rush it did not take him long before getting to what he hoped was his class, a place where he could hopefully get out of the crowded hallway to somewhere he could eat. He could hear voices behind the door, touching it to push open the door it felt warm. Holding the meat in his other hand he had found some bread to wrap the meat in before leaving the dining area. Pushing the warm door open he paused on the other side, letting the door swing closed behind him.

  The smell of metal, fire, and sausage? Were some main smells that filled his senses. He could still hear others in the room, but they were blocked from sight due to the arrangement of enchanted armor in front of him. The Elf paused in front of them taking a bite of his purple meat sandwich, some armor glowed and glimmered in his presence. Brushing his hand over one he felt a bit of pain across his fingertips, dark magic trailed behind his stroke seemed to be repelled by the aura on the armor. “[color=92278f]Hmm magic resistance[/color]” he mumbled continuing to eat and eye the fine craftsmen ship.

  About half-way through his sandwich he abandoned his appraising of such fine craftsmanship and took a look around the room before addressing the two dwarfs talking near the forge. He recognized both, one from yesterday when they were let inside, but the other he recognized from far before he ever even thought he would come here. “[color=92278f]Dovlin Ahbarer and master dwarf[/color]” Vale casually spoke while eating, even if he thought everyone was beneath him he knew he would have to be civil at some point.  

  He continued to finish his breakfast as he simply stood away from them, his hand still resting on the pommel of his masterwork blade. Truth be told, Vale had known about this particular dwarf for some time. Not because he knew the Dwarf but because he was known throughout his people and could one day be a very enticing target for a strike team if they wanted to start a war between the dwarfs and someone else. Framing the murder on someone or something else, a different race or kingdom perhaps was not unheard-of and something they have done before.

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