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[color=1BC617]Time: 10 am, Soller
Location: Outside The Nest
Interactions: Nabarra [@nasty], Yuka [@princess], Aiko [@CitrusArms]
Equipment: Sword, bow and arrows, small knife, wayfinder, fire kit, a pouch with 117 amas[/color]
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[color=B7E3B6]Orias only nodded as Nabarra replied with anger-tinted words. He was beginning to suspect her rage came from a place of passion, a strong belief in whatever it was she believed in, rather than the unbridled hate he expected of dark elves. He didn’t question her stance against dark elves, so whatever belief system fueled her anger was something he was accepting as a worthy allegiance. As the dark elf let out a sigh that began to transform into a growl he briefly considered reminding her that despite the feline mask she was, in fact, not a cat, and growling was something better left to bestial creatures. Now seemed a poor time to bring up decorum, so he rolled his eyes instead, and followed the dark elf up the side of the building to the rooftop. 

As Nabarra continued to speak, Orias could only notice the hostility in her words, the anger that rose and fell and never seemed to fully dissipate. Some indignation on behalf of the demihuman who had been kicked from the rooftop, but he doubted that was the sole source. Still, he found it wildly uncharacteristic for a dark elf to give a second thought to such things. He found only surprises with Navarra, so different from what he expected out of a dark elf. Yuka only seemed to respond with glib amusement. He moved from the edge of the rooftop to place himself between the two of them. While Yuka’s methods were unconventional at best, she was clearly in opposition to King Kasai. Without unseating the monarch they would be no way to either prevent or dissolve Roshmi’s union with the dark elves. That was a task that would take more than two elves and he was in short supply of allies. Working with both Navarra and Yuka seemed the only way to aid his kingdom, and his sisters, in the war efforts. 

[color=1BC617]“Koldar.”[/color] He spoke his false name as he lifted the mask and bowed as he introduced himself to the lioness. [color=1BC617]“Please excuse my cousin’s temper, but in the interest of compromise maybe we can agree to keep our mutual enemies as the targets of any future attacks rather than random citizens. The support of the masses can only serve to our benefit if we wish to undermine the King and his alliance.”[/color] He said before sliding the mask back down. He hoped introducing Nabarra as a cousin would lead to the assumption that she too was a light elf. Their races were connected enough that he did not see it as an outright lie, but rather a stretch of the truth. He wasn’t sure how long she sought to keep up the ruse but maybe this would make two masked strangers seem less suspicious. 

[color=1BC617]“Perhaps there is somewhere we might share a drink or a meal and discuss our pans with your companion?”[/color] He offered as he glanced at the demihuman fox creature Yuka had addressed. [/color]
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[color=1BEFF2]Time: 10am
Location: Helius - Ironhold to Riverport
Interactions: Arn [@Omni5876], Rue[@Potter]
Equipment: 1 hunting knife, a flask of alcohol, a backpack, small tent, blanket, waterskin, rope, fire starting kit, lightmaker, cooking pot, a bar of soap, some drugs; skaula (8 grams) and zemak (1 ounce), rolling papers, and 33 amas. [/color]
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[color=B3E3E4][color=1BEFF2]“Our village is like a long harsh winter, often survival is a struggle, it takes work to keep going but the people there are a hearth, a community, that provides all the warmth we need. No monarchy, just a collective of leaders who are no better and no worse than the rest of us. Small enough that everyone knows each other to some extent. We don’t have much, but we make do, ensure that we all survive together rather than compete with one another. A place I never felt alone in, a home that felt like peace. 

I loved my home, and I have seen enough of Avalia that I know without a doubt I do not wish for it to spoil my home. You’re not a bad guy Arn, under different circumstances we might have been friends, but that’s not what I’m looking for. If our goals remain aligned we can stay allies, but I’m not here to risk my life for a dwarf, and I would not choose you over myself or my own kind. I’m going to ensure that this war doesn’t touch my home, that dark elves do not remain a threat to my people.”[/color] Bowyn spoke softly enough for only Arn and Rue to hear. While he understood and felt for Arn’s loneliness, it was not his problem and he wasn’t interested in making new friends. Speaking about a home that he knew he would never see again only made his heart feel unbearably heavy for the loss of it, but it did keep his mind off the uncomfortable lack of space within the Helius. 

[color=1BEFF2]“I would neither stab you in the back nor risk my neck for you. Our path is the same for now; I too, wish to get as close as I can to this war, find a place where I can do the most damage and I think you’ll lead me there. If you chose to part ways then I’ll go back to looking on my own.”[/color] Bowyn continued, his tone slowly becoming more detached. He saw no point in hiding anything from Arn. He left out how he had no plans for after the war, no need to make new friends when he saw his own chances of survival as nonexistent. That part he simply left out to avoid upsetting Rue. 

[color=1BEFF2]“If your letter is from the dwarven king, and he is supporting the light elves in the war, why do you need to hide your position in his army?”[/color] Bowyn asked, noting how Arn had mentioned the elven princess would likely travel in disguise and that the young dwarven medic felt he would need to do the same.[/color]