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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Autumn" data-source="post: 3520291" data-attributes="member: 50015">Jale sits back casually in his chair, legs crossed. The elevated foot twitches rhythmically, marking the passing seconds. That aside, he is a perfect picture of relaxed patience. His rapier lies across his lap, his elegant hands resting unmoving on its ornate sheathe. Green eyes survey his companions coolly, giving away nothing of the thoughts behind them.  He gives every sign of being happy to wait, silent and unmoving, for the rest of the night if need be. In actual fact he's impatient to find out just what proposition Tarkanan has for him, and is rapidly growing rather tired of this whole performance - leaving them waiting alone in this opulent waiting room is surely a calculated move.  He's not impressed. He's also determined not to be baited into showing his hand - to his prospective employer, or for that matter to his fellows. And so he continues to wait, motionless but for the incessant rhythm of his foot and uttering no response to the laconic comments passed by the others.</blockquote>