[center][color=lightgreen][h2]ORIRIL, FIRST SWORD OF THE WILT-LEAF[/h2][/color][/center]

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As the others quickly moved from the ship and walked ashore Oriril stayed back and watched as the humans conversed with one another. Had High Druid Valieon not made mention that the Monks requested a nobleman from Miracia he personally would have left humanity to itself. His cool gray eyes peered across the lot of the with mistrust as he made his way off the ship, the sound of masterwork elven greaves clunking against the deck. The day had been spectacular as nature tends to be and he couldn't help to stand in silent admiration of it. Until his eyes came to rest on the tower. 

The craftsmanship could not be denied, of course, but here among nature it seemed so out of place. The marble looked TOO perfect...
too...Man-made. Just the thought of Old Aerion man creating such an presumptuous building reaffirmed in himself why humans couldn't be trusted. In a hurry get his assignment over with Ori quickly walked towards the entrance of the tower, bumping into a pair of men speaking with one another.