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Elwen only blinked a few times as Nicomede said he was pleased to meet her. She could see he recognized her name and the glint in his eyes. What it was for she didn’t know. Her attention was pulled suddenly as another joined them. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw what was in his hands. She looked up at the man who barged in and jumped onto her last sentence, explaining what they did to the new recruits. She felt a slight irritation deep inside, she always took the new girls underwing...But she didn’t show it, she did gratefully accept the wine glass, Draining it instantly, holding it out for another in silence. While waiting she recognized his reliquary arms. So this was parnella’s ‘apprentice’. 

After his short story, with it ending it on Nicomede taking his shirt off, she raised an eyebrow. They punished them for looking at an instructor then treat them to taking a shirt off of him? It seemed really odd… yet made sense. It would seem that Gillian may have gained a bit of his mentor’s sadistic side. 

Nicomede explained more, even going as far to say he terrified them with his looks. But the fact his shirt was half burnt off was what pulled it together. She took a “smaller sip of her newly filled drink. [color=0054a6]”Yes please, I still wish to have something to eat tonight. “[/color] She added with a matter of factly tone after Nicomede said not to horrify her with that image. 

With Rowan jumping in on the storying and answering her question at the same time. Sure enough he still was chasing girls. She was slightly shocked when he called her lady Gela...almost as proof he was pushing her away. She sighed slightly and looked at the dark red liquid in her glass. It was clear that these three men shared a close bond, It had been so long since she even felt comradery like this before...obviously over five years ago. 

Rowan suddenly switch gears and brought up his attempts to sweep her off her feet. Despite her cold features a small pained smile came on her lips. HIs attempts were...embarrassing to say the least. But with his last sentence that took her off guard.. She realized he wasn’t mad at her...well maybe not as much as she thought. She drained her drink once again, if she didn’t perhaps a smile would have slipped out. 

She shook her head. [color=0054a6] For the love of the goddess’s Rowan...[/color] She raised her free hand to stop him as she held the empty grass close to her chest.[color=0054a6]Dont start singing please. I’m getting a major case of Deja’vu.   [/color] She said in a warm tone. [color=0054a6]Being a talented warrior doesn’t mean you are a bard shorty..[/color]

She silently motioned for a third glass in a polite manner. [color=0054a6] At least let us have a chance to drink a few bottles.”[/color] She added with a tiny smirk.