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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ferrix" data-source="post: 2534454" data-attributes="member: 6115">[sblock]Odo eyes the elf in long flowing robes over the top of his glass, hoping to potentially catch sight of the elf's lips to see if he can tell what he is saying.  The dagger doesn't surprise him, if he had really wanted to, he was certain he could have snuck a blade in, and he's certain there are most likely others in the crowd who are armed.  Shifting his attention back to the conversation with the women for a moment, he smiles and comments happily on the ladies exceptional choice of dress for the event, and excuses himself after accidentally spilling a touch of wine on the front of his shirt.So much tension amongst the races, the halfling thinks to himself, this thought covers both the dwarves, gnomes, humans and elves, as he meanders through the crowd towards the Ambassador and the other elf.  Nicking a towel from a waiter, he stops only a few feet from the two elves, muttering absently about the quality of his shirt and the wine that was wasted in spilling it, although really his attention is on the conversation of the two elves.[/sblock]</blockquote>