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[Color=mediumpurple]Time:[/color] Morning
[Color=mediumpurple]Location:[/color] Campsite, Outskirts of Roshmi City
[Color=mediumpurple]Interaction:[/color] [@Helo] Bowyn, [@Tae] Kenia, [@Dezuel] Elthrael, [@Alivefalling] "Vaeril", [@Howlsofwinter] Zephyrin
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Elthrael and Kenia clashed like two elderly women fighting over the last cup of tapioca pudding in a retirement home for the ninth time in a month… except they had just met each other… and they weren't old women… well one of them could be considered old, but you know how elves are. Darius let those two have at it as he just figured they just weren't compatible yet. To him, the sexual tension was as clear as day. And no, the previous analogy about the retirement home did not apply to that. He gave them both warm smiles when they addressed him individually.

[Color=mediumpurple]"Just trying to pull my weight."[/color] He replied to Kenia.

[Color=mediumpurple]"More like going… with the flow.'"[/color] Darius quipped to Elthrael with a smirk. Despite how selfish the guy seemed, he liked the way he talked. Like Dr. Seuss or something.

When Zephyrin spoke up about her interest in him, Darius mentally facepalmed. [Color=mediumpurple][i]That makes way more sense of why she's staring at me. A hero… I guess...[/i][/color] 

Zephyrin continued, stating she had never seen a forest fae either, which gave the impression she did not get around much. Before even the ball, Darius had seen a bit of every race. Every race except hers. Darius was not the sharpest guy around, but Bowyn and this female shared a resemblance. He also recalled last night when Eltrhrael indicated Bowyn's kind did not usually venture this far south. He was nearly lost in his pondering when his name was called by… Vaeril. 

[color=8DB6D3]”Darius!”[/color] He turned to face Vaeril who stumbled over while handing him a half-drank bottle. 

[Color=mediumpurple]"Vaeril? You…"[/color] He stared at the bottle labeled as "mournwine." From what he remembered, Kol had told him was a beverage dark elves especially drank during their lowest points. [Color=mediumpurple]"When the pain is too much."[/color] Darius whispered softly as he repeated the words that Kol had shared with him after one of their training sessions. Darius' eyes were fixated on the bottle as Vaeril played his game. He was now an elf plagued with sorrow from last night's events. It was his ball after all where so many had perished.

Darius gripped the bottle tight as he considered indulging in its contents. Perhaps another time. Darius let out a heavy sigh as he stood to help Vaeril get up off the grass. 

[Color=mediumpurple]"It's okay old man. Helping you up is the least I could do. Plus, you'll owe me once we get back home. Deal?"[/color] Darius grinned as he handed him a speared fish. Vaeril was much too heavy for Darius to carry while traveling, so he simply got beside Vaeril and wrapped his arm around his back to his side with the mournwine bottle still in his grip. [Color=mediumpurple]"Now just get your arm over my shoulder and we'll be ready to rock until you sober up some."[/color] Darius looked to the group with an uneasy smile like [i]Yeah I know my friend is kind of embarrassing.[/i] [color=mediumpurple]"We can keep up. Let's get out of here already."[/color] And with that and a little bit of clean up, the group set out towards the port.