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[center][h1][color=13644E]Fabios Odyssean[/color][/h1][/center]

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[center][color=13644E]Location: [/color]Cenarius Glade[/center]
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An eyebrow was raised at the laughter of the massive goatman, but the Paladin didn't bother commenting too much on it. Once Heda had a few bites of a chicken leg he likewise took one, though not bearing the same enthusiasm for his consumption. He scoffed as Cenarius inquired about the source of magic, with an amused roll of the shoulders. "Well, Lord, I don't think that's too surprising what with me not being an elf. Not me to tell a leaf-lover what to believe in but I'll stay away from that business if I can. No offence intended and all that.

He turned his head as Heda chastised him for his attitude, and leaned in to reciprocate a whisper. [color=13644E]"You do realize folk like that can hear you? Even a normal elf would probably catch a word or two what with the knife ears, this one's thousands of years old with a lot of power. Anyway, I defend the world same as him and never ask for any respect."[/color]

Fabios considered what Cenarius said afterwards, and much like Heda felt a lot of surprised. He did not know nearly as much history as other folk of the world but he knew for certain that something wasn't quite right with the places and times the guardian was referring to. As Heda told him to not speak with names of locations, a gut feeling he didn't like came upon the Knight. 

The Paladin was charismatic even if he said so himself, but he wasn't quite ready for how to respond. For now, he decided to switch to Thalassian when speaking to Cenarius so at least he would have some excuse for not properly being able to articulate things. [color=13644E]"You do not have a word for the likes of me, or the powers I use, I believe."[/color] He said, his speech in the tongue of Night Elves imperfect in accent but of proper syntax. [color=13644E]"[i]Human[/i], we are called in our language."[/color] he said while pointing to himself and Heda. As Fabios spoke, he couldn't help get the feeling that, if indeed they had gone to the past, then the fact his speech might be a more modern version of the elven language would stand out like a sore thumb. He could only hope that thanks to their longevity the knife ears didn't change it too much over time.