[center][h3]~ Town Borders ~[/h3][/center]

[center]- [@Polaris North] -[/center]

Einer was pleasantly surprised that Ruecian Valeniquen was going with them. Apparently, the client wished for someone who fought in that one dangerous quest with the malfested. The bard was not surprised, the fighters and the hitters were always the ones getting all the attention and all the glory.

The three magi met with their client at the town's borders, where they were greeted by a carriage noble in design and adorned with crests. No horses were near the wagon, which meant that the carriage was driven with magic. Einer raised an eyebrow, impressed. Even in Flugell, only the top of the tops drove around with their horseless carriages. It appeared this Molnar person was someone pretty high up.

There were two people by the carriage, one was an elderly butler in his tux and the other, Einer guessed, was the client herself. She introduced herself as Imre Dorothea Molnar. Her beauty was simple, unblemished fair skin, brown of hair and eyes. Definitely a girl that [u]Lanus[/u] would... gladly greet. Her attire was simple for nobility too, a pink top and a long, black skirt. She didn't even seem to have any jewelry on her. her butler was also named as Nathaniel.

[quote=Imre Dorothea Molnar][color=hotpink]”Referring to what you said earlier, I believe the Triad Witch, Rozemyne Levina, was with you during that mission. I…thought that she would be joining you. Um…not to be rude, but, who are you two exactly? You appear to be a magus as well, one that perhaps uses magical music notes? Tell me, what are your names? Please forgive me if I sounded rude earlier.”[/color][/quote]

Oh, her eyes pierced Einer's heart like pins upon their cushion. Her judgmental gaze told the musician everything he needed to know about what she thought of him. He was not Ruecian nor was he [u]Shavis[/u], who was this lost boy amongst these avatars of combat? Was he even worth learning about?

"[color=springgreen]There's nothing to forgive, milady. I understand that my compatriots are... worthier than I am. Indeed, I have yet to measure up to them.[/color]" Einer responded, professionally concealing his sorrow. "[color=springgreen]I am Einer Devaron, a son of House Devaron of Flugell. A pleasure to meet you.[/color]" The bard formally bowed. "[color=springgreen]Yes, the music I play is magical. It soothes souls and wounds, lifts curses and banishes Miasma even. Unfortunately, 'tis magic that is non-offensive. I have to lean on others if I am to be effective.[/color]" One could not miss the tinge of hatred in his tone for the last sentence.

"[color=springgreen]My music also makes trips less dull. Perfect for this situation, don't you think?[/color]"