[h3][color=aba000][b]Elthrael Vol'Kerno[/b][/color][/h3]

[color=fff79a][i]Time: Breakfast time
Location: Baelde's diner[/i][/color]

The dark winged fairy had relocated himself to the appletree which he had moments earlier grown with his magic. He plucked two apples from it, sliding one into the inside of his blue overcoat. Then flew over to sit on top of a nearby wooden post made for hanging a lantern in, crossing his legs slightly and taking the other apple to his mouth, taking a bite out of it. The sweetness of the apple would suffice for now, a precursor to a sweet victory to be seized further down the road. Perhaps one of many. The fairy was in no hurry, he would take his time and calculate his next moves with precision. Would something unexpected come into his path, then he would just have to deal with it in the smoothest way possible.

At his terms ofcourse. Anything else would be gambling, and gambling was something the fairy did not enjoy. Those which gamble end up winning big, but they may also lose everything they own, even themselves. Such a path was not appealing to him at all. As he sat there eating his apple, the others finally exited the building, now clad in other clothing. Had they indeed decided to dress up? Elthrael looked at them for a good moment, with a blank expression.

[i][color=aba000]'What's that good for? All you need to do is clean yourselves or hide your scent. Changing clothes won't stop the hounds potentially hunting us...'[/color][/i] He thought to himself, as he uncrossed his legs, throwing the mostly eaten apple over his back making it land on some grass. Before flying down, landing closer to the group. He gave Kyran a slight upturn at the corner of his mouth, letting the demi-human know he wasn't going to keep his guard down for a moment. Even as they moved and conversed, the fairy made sure to keep a close eye on the vulpine but also to his surroundings. Taking in each sound, each smell. The group was being led towards a place to eat by Risa. During which Elthrael saw it a fine moment to introduce himself to Dionaea.

[b][color=aba000]"The name is Elthrael, pleased to make such a fine aqquaintance. That attire compliments your form quite perfectly, I'd love to teach you a few... physical manuevers."[/color][/b] He offered a slight bow with his torso and arm, followed by a slight smile and glimmer in his eyes.

[i][color=aba000]'Eat in order to live. Eat too much however and you will get fat and won't be able to move fast enough. Which might make you into someone elses dinner...'[/color][/i] The fairy thought as they came within sight of a place which looked like a diner.

[b][color=aba000]"Oh?"[/color][/b] He said aloud, tilting his head to the side abit when he saw the bearlike demi-human pop out from behind the counter. [i][color=aba000]'Oh and ain't he wonderful... This whelp a huntsman? Bah!'[/color][/i] The dark winged fairy thought in a snarl like manner, throwing a glance to Kyran before he was being the subject of a bear hug.

[b][color=aba000]"Yes, warm greetings..."[/color][/b] Elthrael said towards the overly energic and jolly bearman. [i][color=aba000]'Such a loud one, he would have died the moment he sat his paws into the forests...'[/color][/i] The fairy thought as a smug grin began to decorate his face, throwing a momentary glance to Risa.

[b][color=aba000]"Oh I'm certain nothing rains on his parade...Hm? What's this?"[/color][/b] He said as he was handed a menu by Risa, his eyes searching the menu momentarily. The thought of ordering city food, something about that very thought unsettled him. How easy it would be for someone to slip poison into your dinner. But then again, he was confident of his nose and ability to detect such as long as they had a scent. The apparent dimwittedness of the bearman could be a show of true nature, or he could be a mastermind in disguise. Neither thing could be fully proven yet though. He devised a simple plan, since he had no coin with him he couldn't order anything. Allowing himself to slip neatly away from it. Unless someone got the idea to offer to pay for his dinner, that thought itself was both amusing but annoying at the same time. A thing truly tricky to place.

[b][color=aba000]"Bread... I ate that once. Some twenty-five years ago. Very fluffy I do recall. Like a woman whose bearing offspring."[/color][/b] He said with a slight scoff in his voice, raising one hand up to his chin in thought, his fingers drumming on his cheek.


[b][color=aba000]"But that was before my little... exile. Hnn hnn. I'm sure some dark elves would know what I'm talking about. Ahh! Unlike them however, I do not hold such petty grudges against an entire race, what purpose would that do other than destroy your very person? Pfah."[/color][/b] He said with a shrug of his shoulders, his hand moving up to his face as he gave Risa and Dionaea a look each.