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Time: 9am, Soller
Location: Greenhouse in Roshmi City
Interactions: Nabarra [@nasty]
Mentions: none
Equipment: Sword, bow and arrows, small knife, wayfinder, fire kit, a pouch with about 120 amas[/color]
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[color=B7E3B6]The dark elf leaped to her feet and Orias quickly took a step back, keeping distance from the enemy whose foul reputation was enough to quicken his heartbeat. His instincts screamed danger, muscles and sinews clamored for him to draw the sword, go for a quick strike before the enemy could draw her own weapon. To stay alive, win by any means because honor didn’t apply to dark elves. His mind wanted him to believe that and his body wanted to live. But that was the easy way out, but a path that would make him no better than the enemy he feared. He had to be better. 

While holding all the hostility he expected, her words only brought confusion. [color=1BC617][i]Who did he think he was? She didn’t know?[/i][/color] It didn’t matter, dark elf assassin or not, he would not let his guard down. It had to be a diversion, but if not to kill him then who?  As she wildly jabbed her finger towards him, Orias expected only the worst. His own fading light was not enough to combat dark magic, but no shadowy tendrils came for him. 

Then her expression changed, one of the familiar pain of regret that did not suit the image of a dark elf he held in his mind. It could only be a trick. Her claim of meaning no harm was far too alien a concept, against everything he knew to be true about her kind. 

[color=1BC617]“You want to die? Then why draw this out? Draw your weapon, make this a fair fight, I will be happy to oblige. But to go about killing unarmed opponents, is, I believe, your kind’s way. What other business could a dark elf have in Roshmi, if not to bring death? I will not let that happen.”[/color] His tone was cold and deliberate, but he could not ignore his curiosity towards her intentions. His hand did not leave his sword, it was the only defense he could depend on.[/color]