[center][color=6ecff6][h3]G A B R I E L[/h3][/color][/center]

Gabriel had silently listened as he sat fireside, his eyes flickered from the reflected light of the open flame while he ran an old kerchief up and down the length of his weapon. 

As Talavar spoke, the half-elf glanced up once in a while with a question in his eyes yet he did not wish to interrupt as it would be rude. So he listened and cleaned the filth from his weapon, humming an indistinguishable tune and thought:

[center][color=6ecff6][i]'Hmph this jerky is rather stale.'[/i][/color][/center]