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[color=cyan]Time:[/color]  Afternoon
[color=cyan]Location:[/color] Forest outside of Roshmi
[color=cyan]Interactions:[/color] Zephyrin[@Howlsofwinter], Kenia[@Tae], Elthrael[@Dezuel], Arwen?[@princess] [/center]

Bowyn recognized the wisdom in what Elthrael said, humans who let their power control them would make poor allies. The madman they had encountered before leaving Roshmi was proof enough of that, and while he didn’t trust Elthrael’s loyalty, his judgement here seemed sound. Elthrael’s usefulness was apparent, as he tossed apples to both Zephyrin and the elf who called herself Arwen. Perhaps now Zephyrin would cease stomping about like a disgruntled child at the prospect of a single missed meal. Arwen was overly friendly, behaving nothing like an elf. Her generosity with the apple and overly agreeable statements reminded him more of his own kind than any elf he’d ever run across. The fact that she seemed so genuinely excited to meet them was both annoying and endearing, like so many he’d known in his own village. Kenia’s comment only furthered his suspicion that this was likely not an elf. He took another drink from his bottle, as its contents diminished it tasted less and less like fire, and simply became easier to drink more of it. But the alcohol was failing him, he was still thinking of home.

[color=cyan]“Well, it certainly looks like you prefer your people to mine, but then again, she hardly acts like an elf.”[/color] Bowyn mumbled back to Kenia. His speech was slurred, not enough to be incoherent, but enough that it was clear he was far from sober. 

[color=cyan]”Apparently you’re a cute little birdie.”[/color] He said to Boreas, who in turn took the complement by flipping his wings to better show off his flight feathers. 

[color=cyan]”Boreas likes your compliment. It seems we’re all going to the same place and we’re more than willing to be your guide for amas.[/color] Bowyn spoke to Clara, more pleasantly this time. He wasn’t about to turn down easy money, allowing a stranger to walk with them, to what seemed to be the same place they were already headed, was even easier than stealing it.