| As he enters the Viscounty and lighting crosses the horizon, almost as if calling him...
Edirion smiles.
The weather at the horizon suited his mood... precious little things did of late
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The raven black-hair of the elf is unmoving... not as if it would move much, the pace of the elf is firm and calm. He doesn't even move his head to look at the silverware, the tapestries, or the paintings... some time ago he would have allowed himself to be delighted with such delicacy... but today he soberly took his seat.
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The emerald orbs of the elf scan the other persons at the table, more interested in who they were than in whatever the table sported.
The other elf at the table surprises him in a good manner, for altough he wears the trappings of an arcanist, there's a certain something which tells him off from him being the usual mage who stands nearer to fancy nobles than to warriors, or common people.
The dwarf, they've been told to be worthy in battle and smithing... that's got to be seen, as anything else.
The tall, olive-skinned man... looks like a warrior but is somehow absent in his eyes... has he been in any battle?
The gnome, completly alien to him... as brave as halflings? who knows...
The young human sitting in front of him, the most interesting... can stop moving, surely can't help it, they've got short lifespans after all... but the attitude is that of someone ready to action, not yet defined, but the body says more than do words...
No jesters... at least so it appears... not as bad as expected.
Of course, no comparison with the Dusk Riders can be traced
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