Quarion Holimion, Elven Druid
Quarion shakes his head, "It seems that this night, words cannot leave my lips that do not offend. I apologize, Eanos. You have asked me in the past not to speak Elven, and I have broken my promise. Troi and I were commenting on the significance of emotions and the appropriate times to display them. We came to the consensus that it is better to shed tears now, in good company, than to shed them in front of an enemy." The elf does not stand up from his seat for this apology, but he nods apologetically in Eanos' direction. "Monk, I believe I promised to teach you some Elven on the road as well. This one is for Mordik: Éd i'ëar ar elenea, enyalalye sinae tarsarea ar suclye, by the sea and stars, let us forget these troubles and drink!" With that, he drinks deeply from his goblet.