[center][h1][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5157622][color=goldenrod]Elra Silverfang[/color][/url][/h1][/center]
[indent][b][u]Day of the Selection[/u][/b]
Location: Eastormel Castle, Ironkeep, Ovyadell [/indent]
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Elra smiled at the rebuke suprised there was no fist that came with it. She wanted to state you couldn’t trust a Nobel that was trying to rush you out the door. It was the classic game, I distract you with one hand and bring the dagger to your back with the other. Truth had to be earned in her mind.