[center][h1][b][color=lightblue][u]Cormag Ruunsten[/u][/color][/b][/h1][/center] 

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[color=lightblue]"Ah-marry-sah."[/color] Cormag attempted to repeat back to the half elven woman. [color=lightblue]"Issa bit of a tough name."[/color] He admitted, [color=lightblue]"Zah-Rat Al-Kuth-Ban is also 'ard. But I'll try."[/color] It was relatively common for humanfolk- and elvenfolk to have rather long winded names, unfortunately for him. Hopefully it was obvious enough that Cormag's butchery of the womens' names weren't done in malice, but rather because he clearly had difficulty pronouncing the words quickly. Another man had joined them in that time of course- a human as well, drunk like a skunk. 

The man didn't say much, and what he did say wasn't his name- instead compliments towards the half-elf. The half-elven woman named Amarysah seemed to dislike him or at least viewed him poorly- and claimed to not know him, yet stumbled upon him in Volenstul, which wasn't exactly close. Curiously, confusedly, and haltingly Cormag slowly reached for his fusilaxe. [color=lightblue]"Wha'? 'as this'n been following you Ms. Marrysan?"[/color] Cormag asked curiously as he pointed at the man with his weapon. [color=lightblue]"Is'n he a stalker? You want I should shoot him?"[/color] 

Cormag regarded the man for a little bit longer before lowering the barrel of his gunaxe. [color=lightblue]"He's dressed to nice-like to be a brigand though, Ms. Marrysan."[/color] Cormag noted, [color=lightblue]"Maybe he's one of uh... wotsitcalled, a see-kret admirer? I guess he's no' very good at being sneaky though."[/color]

[color=lightblue]"If'n yous a stalker, I would ask that ye leave, Mr. Ad-mirror."[/color] Cormag announced. [color=lightblue]"If'n yous just a traveller, you ought sit by the fire afore you catch a cold. Wine warms ye soul, but not yer body."[/color]