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<blockquote data-quote="Archon Basileus" data-source="post: 7344781" data-attributes="member: 6855545">EVERYONE&quot;Oooh, the orchard...&quot; - Alanor's features open up in a goofy smile. &quot;You'll love the orchard. Take someone with you. Take Goliath with you! They'll receive you well over there... They love elves over there!&quot;&quot;Some might find your presence to be... Less than desirable. They're not fond of outsiders, let alone humans. But your presence&quot; - he points out towards Aranel and Moss - &quot;coupled with the monks reputation for good deeds and the fact that Daxio's name is well known around here - *mostly thanks to me* - might do the trick.&quot; - odds are that Goliath's notions of aversion are quite distinct than those from the outside world. Elves and Satyrs tend to pacifism, and will most of the times resort to diplomatic means to achieve their ends. At least, such is the history of Aranel's homeland, as both her and Moss know all-too-well.&quot;I... Was talking about the trees. They have feelings, you know!&quot; - he says in surprise. &quot;That and... the Ents. They're cranky, and hate outsiders. We have a mutual protection pact, so to speak. They shield us and we help protect the wood they shape. But they've heard of you, both Ents and trees. And they like what they've heard. Don't ask me where or how they managed to know about you, though. Travelers, druids, who knows...&quot;&quot;To be fair, I&nbsp; think they've heard of Zyara and her companions as well. But they're very cautious with humans. No offense, but your people tend to rush everything into conflict.&quot; - he smiles gently. &quot;People say it's the gods you pray to, so stern and warlike... I say you simply chose to suffer life instead of celebrate it.&quot; DAXIO&quot;Meliande&quot; - she says in a shy tone as she accepts his gesture. Her silence shows intensity and vulnerability, perhaps because of Daxio's reputation, perhaps because of his enticing manners.&quot;I...&quot; - she glances to the side, attempting to break the sudden attraction - &quot;...I called you out here because I wish to warn you. Ever since the plague settled upon my people, we have been struggling. And I fear it is our souls that are at stake...&quot; - she looks once more at him, an immediate force attracting her towards him. Still, she controls herself, both moved and fearful, passionate and concerned. &quot;Please&quot; - she breathes intensely - &quot;beware of my fellow elves. Some of them hate your kind with such intensity... I fear they might bring you and your companion to harm.&quot; - she turns quickly, reaching for the jug.&nbsp;[MENTION=24380]Neurotic[/MENTION] [MENTION=6801311]KahlessNestor[/MENTION] [MENTION=4936]Shayuri[/MENTION] [MENTION=813]jmucchiello[/MENTION]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Archon Basileus, post: 7344781, member: 6855545"] [B]EVERYONE[/B] "Oooh, the orchard..." - Alanor's features open up in a goofy smile. "You'll love the orchard. Take someone with you. Take Goliath with you! They'll receive you well over there... They love elves over there!" "Some might find your presence to be... Less than desirable. They're not fond of outsiders, let alone humans. But your presence" - he points out towards Aranel and Moss - "coupled with the monks reputation for good deeds and the fact that Daxio's name is well known around here - *mostly thanks to me* - might do the trick." - odds are that Goliath's notions of aversion are quite distinct than those from the outside world. Elves and Satyrs tend to pacifism, and will most of the times resort to diplomatic means to achieve their ends. At least, such is the history of Aranel's homeland, as both her and Moss know all-too-well. "I... Was talking about the trees. They have feelings, you know!" - he says in surprise. "That and... the Ents. They're cranky, and [I]hate[/I] outsiders. We have a mutual protection pact, so to speak. They shield us and we help protect the wood they shape. But they've heard of you, both Ents and trees. And they like what they've heard. Don't ask me where or how they managed to know about you, though. Travelers, druids, who knows..." "To be fair, I think they've heard of Zyara and her companions as well. But they're [I]very[/I] cautious with humans. No offense, but your people tend to rush everything into conflict." - he smiles gently. "People say it's the gods you pray to, so stern and warlike... I say you simply chose to suffer life instead of celebrate it." [B] DAXIO[/B] "Meliande" - she says in a shy tone as she accepts his gesture. Her silence shows intensity and vulnerability, perhaps because of Daxio's reputation, perhaps because of his enticing manners. "I..." - she glances to the side, attempting to break the sudden attraction - "...I called you out here because I wish to warn you. Ever since the plague settled upon my people, we have been struggling. And I fear it is our souls that are at stake..." - she looks once more at him, an immediate force attracting her towards him. Still, she controls herself, both moved and fearful, passionate and concerned. "Please" - she breathes intensely - "beware of my fellow elves. Some of them hate your kind with such intensity... I fear they might bring you and your companion to harm." - she turns quickly, reaching for the jug. [MENTION=24380]Neurotic[/MENTION] [MENTION=6801311]KahlessNestor[/MENTION] [MENTION=4936]Shayuri[/MENTION] [MENTION=813]jmucchiello[/MENTION] [/QUOTE]

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