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<blockquote data-quote="Black Bard" data-source="post: 127926" data-attributes="member: 2536">Flamerule 29,1372 D.R.(cont.) &nbsp;&nbsp; When the elven wizard was leaving Evereska her thoughts were that she would never feel fulfilled until she cleaned the Elven Court of the drow.But now she was feeling fulfilled.All because of a warm bath and the delicious food she was tasting.Thinking of the drow Syrranil looked to the short,dark skinned man watching her.&quot;I could have mistaken him for a drow...&quot;she thought&quot;If he wasn´t so fat and smiling!&quot;&nbsp;&nbsp; Anton was born in Turmish and was proud of his cooking prowess,despite being a shy person.Nothing could satisfy him more than be praised&nbsp; for his self-called &quot;Art&quot;,and he was waiting anxiously for this time to come as he watched Syrranil eat with sparkling eyes and a broad smile in his face.&nbsp;&nbsp; His taste for food was followed by his wife,Rowan,the now uncloaked saviour of Syrranil.They formed quite an interesting couple,because she was a tall woman,long blond hair reaching her waist,and despite the fact of being now in his thirties,she kept the grace of youth.Syrranil laughed for herself at the simple thought of them hugging each other.&nbsp;&nbsp; Syrranil's thoughts were disturbed by someone knocking on the door,with that Rowan got up from her chair beside the elf to answer to the door.She opened it and was suddenly filled by happiness,as two wet figures hastily entered the room.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Black Bard, post: 127926, member: 2536"] [SIZE=3]Flamerule 29,1372 D.R.(cont.)[/SIZE] When the elven wizard was leaving Evereska her thoughts were that she would never feel fulfilled until she cleaned the Elven Court of the drow.But now she was feeling fulfilled.All because of a warm bath and the delicious food she was tasting.Thinking of the drow Syrranil looked to the short,dark skinned man watching her."I could have mistaken him for a drow..."she thought"If he wasn´t so fat and smiling!" Anton was born in Turmish and was proud of his cooking prowess,despite being a shy person.Nothing could satisfy him more than be praised for his self-called "Art",and he was waiting anxiously for this time to come as he watched Syrranil eat with sparkling eyes and a broad smile in his face. His taste for food was followed by his wife,Rowan,the now uncloaked saviour of Syrranil.They formed quite an interesting couple,because she was a tall woman,long blond hair reaching her waist,and despite the fact of being now in his thirties,she kept the grace of youth.Syrranil laughed for herself at the simple thought of them hugging each other. Syrranil's thoughts were disturbed by someone knocking on the door,with that Rowan got up from her chair beside the elf to answer to the door.She opened it and was suddenly filled by happiness,as two wet figures hastily entered the room. [/QUOTE]

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