[h3][color=fff79a][b]Baraian Paladice[/b][/color][/h3] [color=fff79a][i]Time: Morning Place: Ra Monde (Underground)[/i][/color] The dark elf took his time in looking over Ilan, as if considering what he would do with him. Baraian concluded just by looking the faun over, that he was most surely not someone used to fighting. Were it his way of moving, his soft voice and mannerism. Perhaps it were the entirety of the faun himself which screamed pacifist. Baraian took off his hood to reveal his white hair, and the braid he kept and then stepped up closer to Ilan. [b][color=fff79a]"You show initiative, that is promising. When it comes to what the plans be, we are going to find more people willing on joining our cause. If we can find more humans, all the better. Like you say, the likelyhood of there being more inside of Roshmi is decently high. We must find them before the servants of the king does. The more of them we have, the better is our chances to succeed."[/color][/b] Baraian raised both his arms and tried to place both his hands on Ilan's shoulders. [b][color=fff79a]"Can we count on you? Will you fight with us? Not everyone is a master of the sword or bow, you have no doubt other talents. One talent which I have deciphered is your unquestionable kind heart. People will turn to you for aid, use your natural gift to make sure no one will splinter or disrupt the rebellion. Make sure that our new leader doesn't forget about the people in here. The vulpine with the fans, we should go to him. Take him with us to the surface in our search. Your suggestion is a good one after all. Keep placing such good advice and you will serve our new leader well."[/color][/b] The dark elf offered a serious nod, then lowered his arms as soon as he had pulled down his hood. He began to walk, looking over his shoulder indicating for Ilan to follow. [b][color=fff79a]"Ask him to accompany us. You have a way with words far better than mine."[/color][/b] The dark elf looked forwards again, the shadowy shade from his hood falling over his eyes and nose as the corner of his mouth began to twitch, just a tiny little bit. [b][color=6ecff6][h3]Terneus Andros[/h3][/color][/b] [i][color=fff79a]Time: Morning Place: Roshmi[/color][/i] Terneus opened his mouth is a gasping manner. [i][color=6ecff6]'Mistaken?'[/color][/i] The word lingered in his head for a moment. He had NEVER been mistaking anything, no this dark elf was the one being mistaken! The light elf allowed his noble eyebrows to furrow slightly. [b][color=6ecff6]"Mean nothing to you? Oh how about the exile of your kind? Does that also mean nothing? It was after all we of the true elves which banished your ilk to begin with. So in a manner of speaking, this isn't your land either. But the king's."[/color][/b] Terneus waved his mirror as if it was a fan in front of himself. [b][color=6ecff6]"Oh don't delude yourself, we are not equal even if we serve the king. I know your king better than you do to be fair, and speaking of fair. That I am. Oh and I shall not refer to you by any name, commander. I see little point in speaking with the dead. Suffice to say your ilk have a tendency to not last very long, unlike me.. which has made living into an artform. A beautiful artform."[/color][/b] Terneus softly chuckled with a hand before his mouth, until he saw a change in the dark elf, he appeared to be troubled and thinking about something by the look of it. It seemed his mention of the banishment hit him hard! The light elf screamed in pleasure within, how he enjoyed to see these exiles suffer. [b][color=6ecff6]"Flattery now? Surely you can do better, legend makes me sound several hundred years younger. Which doesn't make justice to my knowledge and skill. My martial prowess hm? Oh hohoho, you would wish for me to duel someone? Who could possibly have the skill to match mine? The king excluded ofcourse. Surely you don't mean yourself? Ahah! Oh? You do? Oh how very entertaining, it would surely not be fair, even with my face. It would be like watching a swordsmaster beating a child with a wooden sword. There's no need to shame yourself in front of your men, neither do -I- have the time. I have some rebel scum to capture."[/color][/b] The light elf allowed himself a high and mighty chuckle, as he turned around and motioned for his men to get ready to leave, his eyes gazing into the mirror to see what Xenelith would do. [b][color=8882be][h3]Zelginn[/h3][/color][/b] [i][color=fff79a]Time: Morning Place: Biralei estate[/color][/i] The small tailed and foxeared boy sat in the bookcase, hissing at the dog below which had a high interest in him. How he disliked dogs, they always tried to ruin all his fun. [i][color=8882be]Shoo! Shoo![/color][/i] He thought to himself as he eyed the dog and then to the two humans, as a male elf appeared in the doorway. Zelginn smiled widely in an awkward manner as he waved one of his hands, before grabbing unto the bookcase again. It appeared to him that the elf was the owner, or at least a superior to the two humans. Humans? That's odd. There shouldn't be any humans around. The small figure blinked quickly, looking over the two odd creatures below, the band of sausages hanging still around his form. He decided to keep quiet to hear what excuse the two humans would come up with to the elf. Curiousity got the better of him. And then came a female elf in, which seemed to be either the male elf's wife or the actual owner of the place. The arrival of more people made him more and more curious. The elf woman tried to lure him down, but Zelginn was highly trained to resist temptation wherever it would present- [b][color=8882be]"Oh cake!"[/color][/b] He began to swiftly climb down as soon as the canine had backed down, and then scurried over to sit at the table, taking a slight jump up on it with dirty sot ridden feet, his small right hand reaching out to receive the honey cake as the left began to rub in his eye. [b][color=8882be]"Sorry.."[/color][/b] He said softly, as a small sniffing sound exited from his mouth, his left hand wiping his eyes. [b][color=8882be]"I'm just soo hungry..."[/color][/b] He said lowly, as he listened to Corvina explain things to the elf woman. [b][color=8882be]"S-she's right, I-I... I didn't know a kind lady lived here, I should never have listened to him... he told me to go down the chimney.."[/color][/b] He sniffed again, making a pained facial expression, rubbing his eyes harder. [b][color=8882be]"H-he told me I could t-take as much food as I wanted... if I fetched him shiny jewels... he even gave me coins, but I cannot do it to this nice lady!"[/color][/b] He said aloud, and took out the small pouch he had taken from the dark elf, throwing it to Malachi. [b][color=8882be]"Y-you can have that back! I won't steal the nice lady's things for you!"[/color][/b] He said in a teary eyed manner to Malachi, as he grasped the honey cake in his hand, then jumped down to try hide himself behind Kenia's leg looking at Malachi. That's when he gave the male elf a smug look, only for a brief moment.