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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Scotley" data-source="post: 6342175" data-attributes="member: 11520">The strange elf stood motionless, apart, as the funeral was conducted and the mourners took their leave. He was as still as a tree in the forest only his purple cloak swaying occasionally in the breeze. His cool violet eyes miss nothing, but no shadow of his thoughts could be seen upon his face. When at last they were alone he seems to return to the world. He shakes Aeron's hand with a courtly bow. When he speaks his voice is soft, cultured and precise, so low that only by focusing could the words be heard. "Well met. I would hear more of the work to be done. Good Aureus and I have traveled much, but are new come to the shore." Something is a bit odd about the elf. Not just that he's traveling with a lass who looks like a Gnoll, but isn't. Something in his eyes and style. His armor is so delicately made it looks as if it would shatter at a touch and of a type seen only in a museum though the metal shine brighter than any polished steel. As men measure such things he is slight and of perhaps average height, but for an elf he is towering yet slender as a sapling. His speech has the ring of ages long past and lands far away. His bow is thick and carved with symbols not familiar.</blockquote>