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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Loriel Charbrue" data-source="post: 2563665"><img src="http://loriel.o-f.com/small1379.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /> Loriel enters the tavern and looks quietly about. Her beautiful aquamarine eyes looking at each patron before finding a table to sit down at. Her silver-grey hair hangs just past her shoulders, her lips are an odd teal colour, and her pointed ears sticking out of her hair give way to her elven breed. She wears a soft velvet brown dress, that seems to be made of exceptional quality. Around her waist is a soft velvet brown belt which a silver mug with jewels adorned around the base is tied. On her feet are brown boots that reach her knees. As she walks she fingers the belt and loosens the loop that holds the mug and catches it with her other hand. While doing this she looks around for a table and finds one, not in the back, but somewhere around where others are sitting.She sits at the table, her back to the wall as she watches those around her with curiousity. Gently she places the mug on the table and wiggles her fingers over it. The mug then becomes filled with sweet white elven wine. Raising the mug to her teal coloured lips she takes a sip.</blockquote>