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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]Despite his tension in the situation, when the dark elf began to toss both arms and armor alike near his feet, this time Orias managed not to flinch. Even with his distrust of the race as a whole, he was beginning to believe that this dark elf might not actually be planning to kill him. He glanced down at them, half expecting something to happen, but they neither exploded nor burst into flames. He wondered if they were cursed; would some dark magic-fueled sickness infect him should he touch them? He did not want to find out. If this was a trick, it would seem a very poor one, and nothing attacked him during the momentary distraction. The more the dark elf spoke, the less everything made sense. He opened his mouth to speak, then thought better of it, and removed his hand from the hilt of his sword. 

[color=1BC617][i]How does one tell if a dark elf is lying?[/i][/color] He wasn’t sure, he knew dark elves to be skilled in deception and treachery but both the words and expression worn by this one seemed true. He rolled his shoulders, tried to release the tension and hostility if no real fight was going to happen. He thought about how if he was stabbed in the back for letting his guard down amidst an enemy just how foolish his family would think him. He realized that their opinion of him was low enough it barely mattered anyhow. 

[color=1BC617]“I wouldn’t call it fair, to murder someone in the streets. If you're remaining civil, I must as well. Never had much of a taste for blood anyway.”[/color] He managed to keep his words calm, not exactly friendly, but neutral was at least a start. He wanted a sign, that his trust wasn't misplaced. His gaze lifted towards the sky, towards the rays of Solaris. Orias caught a glimpse of light hitting metal and a slight shift in movement from the rooftops. [color=1BC617]“Duck."[/color] He whispered and dove from his position. Either this dark elf had been a distraction for another assassin, or someone in Roshmi had decided to claim revenge on the dark elf for the recent murder of the city's prince. Either way, he'd learn the dark elf's intentions more quickly now.[/color]