[center][h1][color=80DEEA]Nethruel[/color][/h1][/center][hr]
Watching the funeral pyre in silence, Nethruel could only sigh at the bustling emotions coming from his party. It was much worse than dealing with the Summer Court, he thought. Still, they were at the very least learned enough to know their place. Of course, Neth could not expect the same for all his allies. To him, they all were mere infants. After all, a year in the Material Plane is an eternity in the Feywild, so the Eladrin could only expect so much maturity out of those who have lived for as long as a mere wink to himself.

Of course, Nethruel could not possibly understand why they were mad with grief, especially since they were responsible for such a death to begin with. As far as the money was concerned, Neth cared little so long as it was put to good use. Still, it did not sit well with the Eladrin that the perpetrators would add him to blame. Perhaps if they were doing their job not distracting everyone else, then Neth would have also been ready for the ambush. Perhaps he should simplify his point...


"[color=80DEEA]Perhaps I should explain this in a simpler matter that can be understood by the children?[/color]" Nethruel remarked, before clearing his throat and speaking in a more guttural tone. "[color=80DEEA]Ooh, ooh, me Elf. Ahh, ahh, me have pointy ears. Ooh, ooh, pointy ears hear sound better than eyes see. Ahh, ahh, pointy ears less work well when fellow horned monkey and turtle scream into it.[/color]" Clearing his throat once more, Nethruel stood above the unconscious goblin, allowing arcane energies to surge from his fingertips once more.

"[color=80DEEA]Now, do we still require this one to live, or am I free to put it out of its misery, and out of our hairs?[/color]" Neth asked the others, holding his glowing hand near the unconscious goblin's head. Of course, Neth was hoping for the latter. Once less life to worry about, and one less knife to potentially end up in their backs.