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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Shayuri" data-source="post: 6202737" data-attributes="member: 4936">Talashia eyes the men inscrutably for a moment, then looks at Deivon, deliberately ignoring them."No, thank you on the wine," she demurs. "And lets stick to 'Talashia' if we're to work together, hm?"She then turns her attention back to the mercenaries."Gentlemen," the sorceress says, with irony thick in her voice. "Any other night, I would be happy to show you all such a time that you would all be lying insensate on the floor, smoldering, by the end." Her smile was a sharp thing, like a scimitar's edge."But alas, this is a special night for me, and not one I am willing to sully so. I am here with friends for a quiet evening of conversation. Find another table to pester."With that, she sat back down and favored the others with a more genuine smile."Now, where were we? Right, a fellowship. As Vandalin pointed out, our aims in Sandpoint seem mutually compatible, if not identical." Talashia looked at the orc at the table with a slightly puzzled frown. "I am a little...curious though. Do you have some reason to suspect giants are threatening Sandpoint? It's quite some distance from the mountains, and has very little they would be interested in. I recall they had problems with goblins occasionally, but never giants."</blockquote>