[hr][hr][center][h1][color=00aeef]Ivaron Andesil[/color][/h1][img]https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/brenielverse-rpg/images/a/ac/Human_Portrait_Male.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20170201142818[/img][hr][color=00aeef][b]Location[/b][/color]:Ancient Forest (???)[/center][hr][hr]

	Ivaron gave little resistance as he was loaded onto a cat like cargo. Gentle as it may have been, it was capture and he was now a hostage. The ride was rough and the terrain never become more familiar. He had not realized how difficult this time was going to be as his captors seemed adamant to speak nothing but their native tongue, and a thick dialect of it at that. What little understanding he gleaned from the original encounter did not extend into this. It was mostly removed from the standard language as dialects are wont to do. Due to that, Ivaron understand absolutely nothing when the man who he assumed to be a magic user turned to him and spoke. After pausing to feign understanding for a few moments, the man just stared blankly at the robed Elf. As futile as it might have been, he replied in Common.

	"[color=00aeef]Look, I havent the faintest idea of what youre trying to tell me, and as much as id hate to insult you, id ask you speak in the Common language. Make make this back and forth a little easier. Your native tongue is quite a fun language I understand, yet not all of us are so blessed with knowledge of it. So throw me a bone if you would.[/color]" Ivaron gave a playful smile and hoped that his upbeat tone conveyed the feeling of his message. While not fearing for his life yet, Ivaron was still quite concerned and stressed about the predicament.