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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Binder Fred" data-source="post: 6506925" data-attributes="member: 63746">Uncertainty passes like a strong wind across Antares' delicate features: He's not sure, but is- is somebody being slighted here? Is it him? Both of them? "I'm- I'm fairly sure I should be asserting... something here, lady Merryburg? I am not the ugliest of elves, I have been told, certainly, and you are-" And how does one complete that sentence, once started? "- a beautiful lady of- noble courage." It takes everything he has not to put his usual questioning lilt at the end there, but he somehow, heroically manages. "And I am a mage?"He looks down, avoiding her gaze (and he is definitively blushing now): "Just- just so long as that is understood.""Please," gratefully nods his elven friend, whose curiosity on that subject - nonobstant other pressing matters en cours - is fairly burning."What of you, goblin Stoneburner?" he asks once they've settled for the night and Beatrix, true to her words, falls asleep on the spot (or at the least rolls over and gives that impression). He, on the other hand, despite his fatigue is used to late nights over candlelit parchments, and is still somewhat on edge from the day's events as well. Not to mention tomorrow's! "What are your thoughts on this quest for peace? And how do you think your people will welcome news of the Dark Man's -ah" he almost says 'machinations', but then changes it to: "the Dark Man's dark plans?"</blockquote>