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[color=ee82ed]Race:[/color] Silver-Wolf Shifter
[color=ee82ed]Class:[/color]  Arcane Mystic
[color=ee82ed]Location:[/color]  Bar
[color=ee82ed]Interactions:[/color] : [@princess] Phia [@Lava alckon] Corin 
[color=ee82ed]Mentions: [/color] [@potter] Arya/Stella [@oso] Bastion [@Infinite Cosmo] Elithar
[color=ee82ed]Equipment:[/color]
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🐾 Special Magic Item: A magically enchanted Haori garb of snow🐾white fabric made of a mix of various creature materials and what few rare magic crystals scrounged. It enables the haori’s internal temperature to be adjusted to keep the user at the optimal temperature within a feasible degree and minor elemental resistance of the basic 4 elements imbued.
🐾Oruna tribal moon bracelet: a charm bracelet made in pairs, sharing a deep bond. Those of the tribe share them with a close friend, cherished family member, or lifemate who holds a fanged tooth, one for each of those most trusted and loved.
🐾Small pouch holding emergency dried meat and any fresh fruit picked
🐾Small pouch of freshwater
🐾Sewing kit 
🐾Small tool kit 
🐾Small gold pouch 
🐾A partially started personal journal
🐾A personal dear drawing hidden on his person
🐾Dark Crystal Shard-left Eye[/hider] 
[color=ee82ed]Attire:[/color]
[color=ee82ed]Gold Balance:[/color] 35
[color=ee82ed]Injuries:[/color] 
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[color=#f97fca]"I did not trust him too fast." [/color]The half-elf insisted with furrowed brows. “I did much better than the other times.”

Just as Menza had sought to ask his questions, the half-elf had interjected with pouty cheeks and furrowed brows. An angry rumble further demonstrated her displeasure with impatient tapping. The wolf could not help but pause with a slight sag of his shoulders and ears in shame as he saw he may have been the hasty one jumping in too rashly.”[color=ee82ed] I-[/color]” 
 
[color=#f97fca]"I looked at him very carefully. I saw the shining shard on his collarbone—the one we all have—which means he is from the ship, like us. That is a fact. I made a good decision." [/color]She tapped her foot impatiently as she processed his next words. With a pout, she leaned in and informed him:[color=#f97fca] "You may ask your questions."[/color]

He tried to speak up, but Phia barreled through stating mentioning seeing the shard, which he might have noticed had he not rushed. Despite the half-elf's impatient tapping and irritation, he could sense that the anger was more due to the angry grumbling of her belly than his accusation

 Still, he could not help feeling guilty and foolish while pinching the base of his nose, feeling his own belly rumble. A tired, wincing huff of his nose, taking a moment to brush off the exhaustion and fatigue weighing down his body and senses.*[b][color=ee82ed] Get yourself in order, can’t afford to let this place get to you..not here.[/color][/b]* Chastising himself as he pressed the tips of his claws to his nose, using the jolting sting to get his senses to focus within a smaller area of the group before he overworked to short-circuit..

Pulling his fingers from his nose to find the half-elf smiling sweetly at him. That warm smile brought him comfort, though a part of him believed him undeserving of the precious gift.

With his nerves under control, Menzai shifted with a quick rub of his forehead, intending to ask, when another voice had spoken up in the stranger’s stead. 

[color=#30a4d9]“Do not fret, Menzai…Phia is right to trust this man. He is no mere knight. This is Sir Talmor, Gem Knight of Cyre, a hero…and a brother to me.” [/color]

He partially turned in the warforge’s direction, hearing the graceful giant vouch for the knight. Revealing that they had a history and clear signs of familiarity further backed the claim.* [b][color=ee82ed]A gem knight? Peculiar timing.. Yet, this run-in of Phia’s may prove very fortuitous. Sir Corin’s expertise on gems may serve as a great boon.[/color][/b]* Menzai mused, observing the knight take hold of Bastion’s metallic hand in a firm handshake shared between brothers. 

A puzzling tingling was felt behind his closed left eye, reminding him of the shard’s presence. The doubts he held vanished; curiosity and questions replaced them, and though he wished to bring it up to possibly discern some answers. 

But such talk was better saved for later, having delayed enough, his companion’s boiling near tantrum was evident of that.”[color=ee82ed] It seems I have forgotten myself and made unnecessary accusations, even in my tired state; there is no excuse. Forgive me, Sir Corin, sweet Phia.[/color]” A light bow of his head, offering his apologies to the group.”[color=ee82ed] The group appears to agree. Pleased to make your acquaintance, sir knight.[/color]” He stated in a calm demeanor with a slight strain to his words. 

Hoping this amended his accusation, the wolf quietly stepped back while Corin detailed what he had experienced back on the ship. 

As he did so, moving to join back at Phia’s side.[color=#f97fca]”Now you must trust me with deciding who is safe to interact with.” [/color] Her little brag to Arya was certainly undeniable as it was cutely amusing..

[color=#6c2dc7]”It is as your small protective friend says. I was on the ship falling to my death before I collided with a tree and used what little sense I had while I was spinning to crack my shield into the dirt and soften the blow. My arm isn’t too happy, nor are any of my ribs….I also have a rather persistent headache since the crash. But other than that…I think I made it out well.” [/color]

A hint of concern furrowed his brows after learning the man made it through collusions. The man’s armor appeared to have done its job, thankfully with no visible signs of injuries or bleeding. Pondering over the man’s physical state and this mysterious elf with orange eyes with dreadlock hair; one he couldn't recall seeing, only to flinch upon seeing the half-elf massaging Corin’s scalp.*[b][color=ee82ed] Urhgk…not again![/color][/b]* This was hardly the first time she had spontaneously tried helping someone injured, the number of times he tried reminding her to ask for permission.

“ [color=ee82ed]Sweet Phia, please keep in mind to as-[/color]” Menzai attempted to remind the woman of her manners; without warning, she had spun and charged off. Whether it was some interesting object or scent, something had pulled her attention. 

With flabbergasted huff, he started after her, halting a step after to turn towards Corin, giving a hasty apologetic bow.” [color=ee82ed]A-apologies. She can get a..bit overzealous around those injured or..new things exciting things.[/color]” Bowing his head again in a somewhat frantic manner, then spun to give chase on her heels once more. 

He pushed through the crowd with an agitated huff, disliking the idea of letting his charge out of his sight. Moving past the various stalls where all sorts of unique dishes and spices swirled in his nose, eliciting a rumbling tummy fit. Exotic aromas that nearly made him drool while almost proved too potent or spicy were it not for continuing on his way,  refusing to let himself be distracted. 

Shaking his head dismissively as he shoved his way through, eventually spotting her at a nearby stall, where she was chatting with an aqua-haired elven male. 

A quick observatory glance at the sign to see it was a tailor shop and its owner, with their stylistic fashion of clothing, showed them to be a skilled one at that. 

He approached to find them discussing clothes, and though the man’s comments regarding Phia’s taste did not sit well with him. He couldn’t disagree that the half-elf’s clothes were..less than ideal. The wolf had long since wanted her to adjust her wardrobe, but her obliviousness made doing so awkwardly difficult. The oruna tribe had little access to fabric materials, and fur pelts never felt comfortable. 

It was concerning venturing out knowingly with her dressed in only leafy foliage and plants, and with the wicked eyes ogling her from the shadows, and all about made his worries warranted.

Then the Mistpetal Skirt caught her attention. [color=#f97fca]“This one has flowers.”[/color]

“[color=ee82ed] A most wondrous choice. Pretty petals befitting such a sweet wildflower.[/color]” Nodding as he gently brushed the fabric, testing it between his fingers.”[color=ee82ed] Since we have found our way here, please shop to your heart’s content.[/color]” His hand moved from the held clothes to give her shoulder a comforting squeeze.

Turning to the snap of fingers to find the tailor keeper recommending the changing room. Once Phia resumed her perusing, Menzai placed a gold coin on the counter with a purposeful clack.”[color=ee82ed] Whatever the young miss and her friend, who will be joining shortly, require, and only your finest.[/color]” He stated cooly, then checked to make sure she wasn’t looking before leaning in to whisper for his ears only.”[color=ee82ed] And I wish to ask if you have any tips regarding this port or this Prince Dane you may be...willing to part with?[/color]” Pausing to study the man before clacking a second coin on the counter.”[color=ee82ed] This should serve to loosen the tongue as well as your stock?[/color]”

Here, information was vital, and among a den of rats, the only king on this island was greed. Spill the coin and the secrets spilled with it.

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