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Time: 9 am, Soller
Location: Greenhouse in Roshmi City
Interactions: Nabarra [@nasty]
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Equipment: Sword, bow and arrows, small knife, wayfinder, fire kit, a pouch with about 120 amas [/color]
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[color=B7E3B6]Someone spoke to him, inquiring about his weapons. After the broadcast from last night, walking around unarmed anywhere seemed to be a foolish choice. He glanced up to explain to the stranger exactly what a declaration of war meant for Avalia, only to find himself meeting the eyes of a dark elf. He’d never seen one in the flesh, his familiarity with his people’s natural enemy was only through terrifying stories told to him as a child, stories in which dark elves were always the villain, akin to a boogeyman. While they shared similar features, her complexion was gray, reminding him of a corpse, red eyes as if permanently infected with bloodlust, and a sick expression of amusement on her face. 

[color=1BC617][i]No need to explain what war means, sure she’s more than familiar.[/i][/color] He thought as his hand immediately went to rest on the hilt of his sword. His eyes quickly studied his enemy, noting that her own sword had yet to be drawn and that he saw no other dark elves around. Had they merely sent one for him? Did they think him inconsequential enough that they had sent one lone assassin, or was she simply skilled enough that she needed no assistance? Three princes had been murdered last night, it seemed clear that the dark elf had come for a fourth. 

[color=1BC617]“You’re a bit late, was I not valuable enough for your grotesque display last night? Cowardly, if you ask me. To slay those with their hands unarmed and bound. Your kin deserved less than what we gave you.”[/color] Orias spoke his words with bitter venom and shifted his stance expecting a fight. If he died here would that help fuel his family towards victory? Would they finally be proud to think of him going out fighting, finally making an honorable choice? Would they even know? The fact that this dark elf had come alone only set him on edge, only spoke to how dangerous she must be. Were insults enough to goad her into making a mistake, would it be enough to keep him alive? 

It wasn’t the fear of death that twisted his stomach, it was the homesick thoughts of faces he might never see again. Rosaria, Annya, and the few true friends he thought of with fondness. Those he hadn’t seen in a long time, but who he never really considered he might never see again. [color=1BC617][i]Just this once, Solaris, do not be a useless shit.[/i][/color] A prayer of desperation quickly thought while surrounded by the sunlight his god claimed as his holy symbol.[/color]