[center][h1][color=80DEEA]Nethruel[/color][/h1][/center][hr]
Despite remaining silent and stoic, Nethruel was indeed quite annoyed at the antics of his allies. The Tiefling's flashy displays of showmanship were quite cumbersome, and his loud and mocking shouts weren't any better. The Tortle's story as well, while full of heart, was needlessly gaudy. At this point, Neth was considering breaking his facade early on to voice his concern. That said, it wasn't like Nethruel was annoyed at his allies because he lacked any patience with anyone, or because he was easily irritated. Being from the Feywild, Neth was quite used to the annoying pranks and tricks of its denizens. Instead, he was more annoyed at the fact they were doing these theatrics out in the wild, where they could easily be ambushed.

If they were this loud while traveling in the Gloaming Court, the winter would not forgive them.

Such was the case now, seeing that they were ambushed soon after. Goblins... and clumsy ones at that. Nethruel almost sighed in relief that they didn't attract anything particularly dangerous. Seeing the savage-looking human and the annoyingly nosy half-elf engage the goblins with ease, Nethruel clicked his tongue as he raised his hand instinctively towards one of the goblins, whispering eldritch secrets in Sylvan. Arcane energies surge from his hand, a blast of forceful magic flying from his hand towards the goblin.

Perhaps it was a miscalculation. Of course, Nethruel had to take into account the two allies engaged onto the goblin. At the very least, no actual collateral would occur as the forceful energies instead fizzle into the ground.

[hider=Actions]Nethruel casts Eldritch Blast, missing with a roll of [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/21172]11[/url].[/hider]