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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Lord Sessadore" data-source="post: 4698556" data-attributes="member: 57255">Raiyek waits until Allip has left, and then looks around the room quickly. It seems there is just the five of them in the room now. Without saying a word, he eyes up each of his companions. After a couple moments, he walks over to a bare section of the wall with his usual perfect posture and leans his shield against it, then does likewise with his sword and spear. Leaving his companions to whatever they might be doing, he unfastens his cloak, folds it, and places it by his weapons. Then he takes off the white tabard, giving a critical eye to the tears made by his several fights that day. After laying his pack against the wall as well, he begins stripping off his armor piece by piece. Each piece receives a close inspection and a cleaning, and then he places it in a neat pile by the wall. After the last plate is off, he places his helm on the top of the pile. The entire spectacle seems so smooth that it must be a daily ritual of his. Raiyek is now wearing no armor, nor carrying his weapons; this is the first time any of the group has seen him in such a state. His clothes are incredibly simple - tunic and pants made of a breathable cotton, undyed, of a plain, fairly formless cut. He looks almost ... unremarkable, were it not for his striking eyes and large frame (large for an elf, that is). Still not having said a single word, the elf finds the biggest, softest, closest, and most comfortable-looking chair in the room, and ... collapses into it. His ramrod-straight military posture has absolutely evaporated; the elf is taking up as much of the chair as possible, limbs splayed out, slouched as far as he can go. He looks like an ordinary working man come home from a long day of manual labour, exhausted.With a great sigh, he says, "By Palladys ... what a day." With that, he closes his eyes, though it's clear he's not going to sleep, just resting. "But this is a nice chair. So what does the book say, dear Rabbit?"</blockquote>

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