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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Quickleaf" data-source="post: 7062882" data-attributes="member: 20323">Quickleaf (wood elf rogue 1)[align=left]http://i.imgur.com/hQKEF7g.png[/align]Doing his best to recover from his social gaffe, Quickleaf listens a bit skeptically to the honeyed grace of the two drow brothers Dydan and Niimyr. Having not met one of their kind before, he tried to reserve judgment, but he'd grown up with stories of the elves living in dark citadels below the earth, banished for their betrayal of the Seldarine. Then again, humans and dwarves said many things about elven-kind – arrogant jackasses, duplicitous knife-ears, and less flattering turns of phrase – that hardly were true of himself."Respectfully, alderman," he says once the drow are finished, "while the Niimyr and his brother may be the ones you want going into a dark room first... You need us." Gesturing to Willow with a swagger, he bows in a particularly archaic way, the sort of bow a human child might give a monarch. "I and my traveling companion Willow were sent by no Sovereign, but there are elves buried in the Forbidden Barrow. Possibly our kin. Willow has mastery over the elven magics of old – essential to penetrate the Barrow's magical defenses." A bit of exaggeration never hurt a story or a sales pitch. "And I have a special skill set...if there's a door needs opening...a monster needs reasoning with...a scout needs silencing before sounding an alarm...then you need me. Eolais eth'Huran of the Deep Wilds, at your service, though my friends call me Quickleaf."</blockquote>

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