| Quarion Holimion, Elven Druid
OOC: I'm going to assume that Eanos brought up his complaint about Elven after Quarion returned from his hunt.
The corners of Quarion's thin elven mouth turn up slightly as he addresses Eanos. "I meant no disrespect, I assure you. We elves are a proud race, and having lived alone for so long, I sometimes forget that others cannot understand my every thought." Quarion leans forward in his chair, his smile growing as he takes another drink from his waterskin. "Let us turn this divisive issue into a uniting one. I feel it would pass the time on the journey if Joru and I were to teach you tel' Eldalie, the Elven tongue. Here, your first lesson: Llie n'vanima ar' lle atara lanneina. You are ugly, and your mother dresses you like a fool." He chuckles and lifts his waterskin for a toast. "May our paths be green and the breeze be at our backs. Aa' menle nauva calen ar' ta hwesta e' ale'quenle." He drinks and is merry. | 
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