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<blockquote data-quote="covaithe" data-source="post: 4691875" data-attributes="member: 46559">The kobold, unperturbed, leads you back to Umraecyl's home with a stiff-legged marching stride.&nbsp; At the front gate, the guards unlock the gate, and the kobold escorts you inside, not deigning to spare a glance for the guards.&nbsp; The inside of the house is luxurious in an understated, graceful style.&nbsp; The walls in the front hallway are bare of decoration save for a single exquisite sculpture of crystal and gold, depicting a beautiful elven woman, staring pensively into space.&nbsp; The kobold closes the front door behind you, remaining outside himself.&nbsp; Before you can exclaim at being suddenly abandoned, a tall, dark figure steps into the hallway.&nbsp; &quot;Greetings, my friends.&nbsp; I am Umraecyl.&nbsp; Welcome to my house.&nbsp; Please, come in.&nbsp; May I offer you refreshments?&quot;Umraecyl is a Nesfylim, one of the dark-skinned elves not commonly seen on the surface of the enworld.&nbsp; His skin is nearly colorless, a smooth, almost jet black that gives no hint of his true age.&nbsp; His white hair is held back in a neat queue by a silver clasp.&nbsp; His clothing, though of muted colors and cut with the same understated elegance that his home displays, would not be at all out of place on a fashionable nobleman of Orussus or Monemvassia.&nbsp; He is not visibly armed.&nbsp; &quot;And welcome, also, to my bazaar,&quot; he continues.&nbsp; &quot;It is good to see more surface dwellers here.&nbsp; I trust you had a pleasant journey?&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="covaithe, post: 4691875, member: 46559"] The kobold, unperturbed, leads you back to Umraecyl's home with a stiff-legged marching stride. At the front gate, the guards unlock the gate, and the kobold escorts you inside, not deigning to spare a glance for the guards. The inside of the house is luxurious in an understated, graceful style. The walls in the front hallway are bare of decoration save for a single exquisite sculpture of crystal and gold, depicting a beautiful elven woman, staring pensively into space. The kobold closes the front door behind you, remaining outside himself. Before you can exclaim at being suddenly abandoned, a tall, dark figure steps into the hallway. [color=red]"Greetings, my friends. I am Umraecyl. Welcome to my house. Please, come in. May I offer you refreshments?"[/color] Umraecyl is a Nesfylim, one of the dark-skinned elves not commonly seen on the surface of the enworld. His skin is nearly colorless, a smooth, almost jet black that gives no hint of his true age. His white hair is held back in a neat queue by a silver clasp. His clothing, though of muted colors and cut with the same understated elegance that his home displays, would not be at all out of place on a fashionable nobleman of Orussus or Monemvassia. He is not visibly armed. [color=red]"And welcome, also, to my bazaar,"[/color] he continues. [color=red]"It is good to see more surface dwellers here. I trust you had a pleasant journey?"[/color] [/QUOTE]

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