[color=6ecff6][b][h3]Terneus Andros[/h3][/b][/color]

The elven governor had located himself upon a fancy looking chair with pillowgs at the side of the large hall, these chairs were reserved for the higher-up's of the city and nobles allied with Aklenroth. From his seat he could see the fairy queen.. or was it a princess, dancing with what in the ever graceful Lord Andros could be regarded as an even lower form of life. A faun.

[b][color=6ecff6]"Ugh. Their ilk brings back terrible recent memories..."[/color][/b] He said and swallowed his entire glass of wine in one sweep, putting it down on some servant's tray as they were going past with refreshments.

[b][color=7bcdc8]"What ilk milord?[/color][/b]" Commander Feldrin asked, having not payed too much attention to what his lord was saying but looking for security risks.

[b][color=6ecff6]"Nevermind, you keep watch and make certain to inform me if there is any breach in the security. You are dismissed."[/color][/b] The light elf said in a low tone to Feldrin's ear, but far away from it so he wouldn't have to smell it, before he got to his feet and set his eyes on the fairy princess again. To him it looked like there was no arrests going on, and he figured that if he was to dance with her not only would he become the envy and gossip for a long time to come, but also he could personally apprehend her if the guards would approach. It was just perfect. It filled his mind with more fodder, as if silky smooth hands were caressing his brain.

On his way down to the dancing area, there were countless of women approaching him and asking for a dance.

[b][color=6ecff6]"No, I have enough horses in my stable."[/color][/b] He said as he saw a centaur woman who asked him for a dance, soon to follow were a feline looking demi-human girl.

[b][color=6ecff6]"I'm terribly allergic to cats. Especially filthy ones. Away with you."[/color][/b] He motioned her to the side so that he could continue along his way just to encounter an elven woman. [b][color=6ecff6]"Pardon? No, I would never wish to dance with someone dressed like a pauper."[/color][/b] Then came something that caused the elf to stop in his tracks. An orc woman as wide as she was tall. The elven governor decided to slip behind another elven man long enough so that the monstrocity could pass by without any risk of his attire being stained by it's presence.

Finally the light elf found a gap in the middle of the crowd of people where he could see the dancers up close, now he just had to get in there. The ever so cunning, Lord Andros decided to resort to crafty trickery to fool the less mentally gifted. It was one of the things he truly found enjoyment in, it further established the superiority of the elven race. Terneus strode out unto the dancefloor into vicinity of the dancing faun and fairy princess. Then he did his most humble, and most peasant-like impression he could.

[b][color=6ecff6]"Sir, your friend has fallen ill near the food table. Your aid is required."[/color][/b] Terneus said as he got even closer, trying to put a hand on Ilan's shoulder while lowering his voice. [b][color=6ecff6]"I'll take over from here."[/color][/b] His blue eyes shining through the mask on his face, Ilan would certainly recognize who this was. [b][color=6ecff6]"Begone or I will make you wish you were dead."[/color][/b] The elf said, realizing he had momentarily tainted his glove by having it so close to a faun! The light elf felt however almost like blushing at his own performance, how he had managed to sound exactly like Commander Feldrin or any other less important person. And surely deceived the onlookers and now he only needed this inferior and filthy sub-beast to get out of his radiance.