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[indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][h3][sup][sup][color=a9a9a9] A waitress ducks between the table and a gaggle of patrons as she delivers a plate of mutton and particularly pungent cheese with ale to a nearby group. Lady Esvelle holds out a glass with a warm smile to the bard as Lin offers her a drink. 

"Thankyou kindly, Lin. Say, was that you performing earlier? It was the most delicate tune. I've not heard much music quite like it. If you ever do decide to change your vocation, I think a number of the aristocracy would be quite interested to hear you perform." She offered, tilting the glass a little in thanks before taking a contemplative sip. 

[i]"Is your brother of use for survival?"[/i] came Aurix's question, and Esvelle slowly turned to look over at her with a perplexed yet amused expression. She had not met many Lizardfolk in life, and she couldn't decide whether she was fascinated by Aurix or found her abhorrent. Actually, the whole [i]party[/i] was a strange lot - she cast a sideways look at Lauk which then bounced between a slightly teary Jhimas and Ardour - and briefly had an out of body experience where she questioned her life choices that led her up to sitting at this table. 

Yes, they were a strange lot, but they seemed perfect for her needs, and she had learnt a little of their achievements in the time they'd been apart. They were [i]good[/i] and the fact that they were still alive after an Underdark campaign spoke for itself. 

"Pardon?" replied Esvelle as she briefly forgot the question, staring transfixedly at Aurix's long fangs - "Oh, yes. Ho hum. Well, he has perhaps destroyed the limping survival of the Rosznar name, but I imagine he's quite good at saving his own skin, you know. Yes, he's probably doing quite well for himself down in the depths of that dungeon, I should think." she sounded bitter, "[color=de8658]Kressando Rosznar[/color] has always been good at looking after [color=de8658]Kressando Rosznar[/color]." 

She swirled her cup in her hand absentmindedly before letting out a long breath she hadn't realised she had been holding. Her eyes fell on Jhimas' holy symbol and then she locked eyes with him, "Listen. I harbour no warm sisterly feelings towards my brother but neither do I wish to see him harmed. I need him [color=de8658]returned to the surface[/color] from whatever place he's hold up in down there but before I speak more of my family or my quest. I need you to [color=de8658]promise me you will do your upmost to keep him safe from harm, [i]no matter the temptation otherwise[/i][/color]."    [/color][/sup][/sup][/h3][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]