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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Steve Gorak" data-source="post: 8252213" data-attributes="member: 15132">Ethian enjoyed the comfort of the chair he was sitting in. It was not delicate or orate by any means, and lacked the finesse he was used to, but had the heartwarming charm of human manufacture. He was also enjoying his time with Voshadi, the first elf he had seen in weeks.  He had traveled alone, away from other elves: a necessary evil to avoid detection by unseen enemies of his family. Besides, elves that knew his pedigree often acknowledged it, which he wanted to avoid outside of elven lands.  He even chose to bring armor and weapons of human and dwarven make, to avoid being recognized.  Now, Voshadi reminded him how pleasant it was to be with one of his own. The short lived races didn't savor the silences, and always seemed to interrupt this precious contemplative time.His reflections were interrupted by a seemingly scholarly dwarf. It was obvious to Ethian that the fellow didn't seem to want to be disturbed. Nodding at Voshadi, he signaled his brethren to look a the master dwarf and spoke in a soft voice in jest: "It's a pity, he doesn't seem to want to be disturbed, but my Dwarvish could use some practice."He signaled the Tavernkeeper for some food. By now, the man knew that he couldn't' stomach the heavy foods that were expected by other patrons, and only brought some vegetables and cheese. Ethian ate, sharing the large plate with Voshadi, hoping to catch the Dwarf's gaze for perhaps an opener to conversation.</blockquote>

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