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Message: <blockquote data-quote="sithramir" data-source="post: 6392598" data-attributes="member: 12183">The instance the hooded stranger's and Taranis's glowing green eyes locked a sort of recognition overcame him."It can't be. Could it truly be another Sidhe warrior? Perhaps my worst fears haven't come to pass?Standing from his table, brew in hand, Taranis signals to his halfing companion his good-bye. Looking at the strange winged creature "Come my little sheFAralach (a somewhat derogatory but common Sylvan word often used such creatures). We must tread lightly."His smile being replaced with a very serious and concerning look, Taranis slowly walks towards the stranger. He bows formally with a flourish. One of the barkeeps having kept her eyes lingering on Taranis steps by a new mug of the Nectar in her hands with a nervous smile as she glances as Taranis. A smile on his face only for the waitress he asks "Young miss. If you could provide a mug for my new friend? A small sleight of hand to pull out a silver piece for her.Turning to the newcomer he asks "Lo Alul. Mie'Lorvor eretes. Val Taranis. A Sylvan greeting roughly translated to "Good Eve. My sword is sheathed, My name Taranis", followed in common with "May I sit?</blockquote>