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[h2][color=Magenta]Zevi Mael[/color][/h2]
location: the capitol exploring while he heads to where he is supposed to be
interacting with: Vonnath --> no one 
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Zevi sighed as he moved with Vannoth and the rest of the envoy. Out of all the rewards to be given, did it have to be a bride? He was still annoyed about that and while he understood it did not mean he was excited about it. The sigh was the only show of annoyance from him as his face remained passive and his steel grey eyes seemed emotionless. His hair was braided with a metal band in place instead of rope...as if for him the metal behaved as such, the red of his hair contrasting with the black of his horns.
Zevi had not said much for the entirety of the trip, but now he cleared his throat and glanced toward Vannoth. [color=magenta]”So…..what kind of bride will you be looking for?”[/color] curiosity sprung in those eyes for only a moment until it vanished. He was trying to balance showing friendship and being...what was it...drakkan enough. Pointed ears slightly twitched with amusement at that thought. He was now considered drakkan enough but he was still going to have to constantly be proving himself….even if he already had the reputation of one of the best blacksmiths.
Vannoth looked back over his shoulder, giving a scoff [color=#C9AE5D]“Whatever they give me. I already have to deal with one Gem. . . I don’t an even girlier one.”[/color] He smirked, happy with his minor jab. Vannoth had been leading the minor procession of warriors, only two had earned a reward from the princes, the rest were coming for the tournaments in an attempt to prove themselves. [color=#C9AE5D]“Alright lads, remember we are guests. We are here to celebrate, not destroy the alehouses. . . Again.”[/color] He chuckled, having had to play witness to recruits and young warriors causing havoc on a daily basis he was partially numb to it, like a parent who just wants to club his children with a pillow filled with bricks. Vonnath stood at a fairly stunted height compared to some Drakkan, and was not overly broad od massive built. In fact, where most drakkan are concerned he was not focused on overwhelming strength but the technique was his bread and butter.
Zevi glared at the jab and shook his head. [color=magenta]”just for that I'll start making you pay for weapons”[/color] It was clear he had wanted to jab back, but suppressed it. It almost looked painful for the red head. His arms crossed as he continued next to his mentor mentally throwing verbal daggers at him but not actually saying any of them. At least they were almost there...then the brides could be picked up and they could go home...where they would then have to deal with the gems being there all the time. He suppressed a shudder.
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After zevi parted ways from his mentor he walked fairly slow. It looked like he was walking with a purpose as he kept his head held high and his gaze straight ahead, but reality was he was taking his time to get to where he was supposed to be. After all, after this he would not have as much time to himself. If anything he would barely get to be himself. The thought was upsetting but at least with a bride he would seem far more drakken and that he would not complain about. At least not too much. 

Zevi seemed to ignore pretty much everything around him from bars to the market rather keeping to where he was going. He was taking a slower route, but also not letting himself get distracted. 

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Nevi essentially got to the capitol and is now taking the long way to where he needs to go but at the same time is not really all that distracted.
pretty boring from him right now actually.
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