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[SUP][SUB][H3]Thelan Capitol[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][sup][color=silver]August 31st, Sunset | The Feast | Ellinor [/color][/sup][/INDENT]

The man found Ellinor's retort very characteristic of Moore's progeny, giving chuckling softly as she said it. [color=#964B00]"Perhaps, perhaps, my apologies for the stereotype. But I may tell you that amongst more experienced fellows as me that is indeed the default state."[/color] he said, pulling up a chair having taken Elly's joviality as invitation to join her. [color=#964B00]"Its a feast, and probably the last one for a while, I reckon it's a good enough excuse to drink oneself silly."[/color] Dietrich continued. 

Mirroring what his counterpart had done a few moments ago Dietrich took a swig of a wine, swallowing it like water before getting some more. [color=#964B00]"Mmmmm. Good name. I am Sir Dietrich Lotheringai, but I don't think anything more than just 'Dieter' is necessary."[/color] After offering a hand to shake he didn't really look up much from his eating and drinking, careful use of a knife and fork belying the fact "devouring" or "gorging" were the best words to describe what he was doing. He had already sized up the viking on his approach to her, and the conclusions were rather obvious. Young talent taken to this quest, the longboat folk of the North being an obvious place to look for warriors. Of course the Witch Hunter's summation of both the youth and inexperience of the other heroes seemed to more and more be confirmed. If she had some years and real wars on hand she'd most certainly have brought out the Mjod and been stuffing her face silly. For such a long journey one had to eat up such that bodily movements would feel impossible afterwards. It was at this point he looked up and noticed the entry and presence of more Alovians along with their vile allies. [i]Feed it its own eyes[/i] a thought came, but he showed none of it. 

An eyebrow was raised at the question he got as well as it was phrased, but after a moment of thought Dieter believed he had a good grasp on the woman's reasoning and agreed. Swallowing a chunk of meat, the "Knight" (now in the common tongue) replied with his own playful question: [color=#964B00]"What do you think?"[/color] With that said, he wasted no time in drinking some more. He was about to skewer some more meat, before noting the entry of something far more abhorrent than some forest savage. [i]Witch-breed, evil; strangle it with its own intestines.[/i] His fork struck his plate and the china object shattered to a slight frown from Wolfgang. [color=#964B00]"Oh my, how fragile these things."[/color] he said, with a mastered tone masking his distraction and switching the topic at the same time. [color=#964B00]"Not like the steel business you get used to out in the front. Anyways, I am a Knight of Thelan and am proud to announce that I am to join the journey. I am glad I am to go with such stalwart comrades."[/color] the man stated this regardless of what Elinor guessed, adjusting his chaperon headdress a little more with the aim of feeling the comforting presence of its hidden blades.