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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Sephiroth no Miko" data-source="post: 1726498" data-attributes="member: 4796">*Seeing little activity from the group, Phaeder makes a quick decision.* Best that we not appear indecisive or shy, *he thinks. He murmurs a quick word of command to change his armor from the shirt it had been masquerading as back into its normal mailed appearance under his cloak.**Spurring his horse forward in a stately canter, he pulls abreast with the other members of the Hex at the head of the column.* "From what I can tell, they seem rather angry and tense," *he will say quickly and quietly to his fellow party members in Celestial, trusting Allyra or Shal to translate his words if necessary to Rezomael or Trekt,* "but I'm catching a undercurrent of something like fear as well. I'm guessing they're not happy about our presence here but are reluctant to get into a fight with us, which is probably why they're choosing to parley."*Turning to Drakkon, he asks with a faint smile, no more than a friendly quirk of the lips,* "I'm going to go see what they want. Do you wish to come along and show them the glory of Kord's might?" (Assuming Drakkon's coming along.) *Phaeder will ride up, back straight and face composed, coming to stop at a comfortable distance for speech but not too close. His manner is confident and commanding but not overtly threatening. Using his trained voice, he will hail them clearly and loudly in Common,* "Greetings, Walkers of the Forest, what business do you wish with us?"[OOC: If I'm jumping the gun, someone stop me and I can erase that last paragraph.]</blockquote>

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