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<blockquote data-quote="Tokiwong" data-source="post: 1155608" data-attributes="member: 961">A slim male high elf, with tanned, swarthy skin, and long silken almost golden hair sauntered out onto the balcony taking in the guests already present, he gives a cultured bow, before sizing up his fellows.&nbsp; His clothes are of modest quality, well at least to him, but it is apparent he spends much time with his looks, and smells of jasmine, with just a hint of cologne.He flashed a smile, and brushed his hair back from his fair face, it was aquiline and perfect, with nary a blemish to mark his skin.&nbsp; His eyes were as dazzling, as they were intense, and his demeanor was that of nobility, or at least a well to do house.The elf introduced himself with a flourish of motion, speaking in perfectly articulate elven, “Evening, fellow Sentinels, I am Dais Argyn Fel’talen second son of the great house Fel’talen, and a minstrel of some repute.”He eyed the human female with a gentle smile, “Milady,” he continued in elven having heard her speak just before he came in, “they say that elves produce the fairest maidens, but I must say whoever speaks such has lied to me.&nbsp; For surely your beauty makes the Moon itself jealous.”Dais adjusted his mandolin, and tightened the strings, tuning them.&nbsp; He took a seat on the balcony overlooking the city, and played a soft melody to add to the mood of the evening. Allowing his agile gingers to dance over the strings of the mandolin with practiced grace and skill.He looked up to his fellows, as he played a soft haunting melody, engaging his captive audience and adjusting his rhythms as needed, playing various traditional songs of peace.&nbsp; But never did allow his eyes linger too far from the delicious creature that was Eshe’ri…</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Tokiwong, post: 1155608, member: 961"] A slim male high elf, with tanned, swarthy skin, and long silken almost golden hair sauntered out onto the balcony taking in the guests already present, he gives a cultured bow, before sizing up his fellows. His clothes are of modest quality, well at least to him, but it is apparent he spends much time with his looks, and smells of jasmine, with just a hint of cologne. He flashed a smile, and brushed his hair back from his fair face, it was aquiline and perfect, with nary a blemish to mark his skin. His eyes were as dazzling, as they were intense, and his demeanor was that of nobility, or at least a well to do house. The elf introduced himself with a flourish of motion, speaking in perfectly articulate elven, “Evening, fellow Sentinels, I am Dais Argyn Fel’talen second son of the great house Fel’talen, and a minstrel of some repute.” He eyed the human female with a gentle smile, “Milady,” he continued in elven having heard her speak just before he came in, “they say that elves produce the fairest maidens, but I must say whoever speaks such has lied to me. For surely your beauty makes the Moon itself jealous.” Dais adjusted his mandolin, and tightened the strings, tuning them. He took a seat on the balcony overlooking the city, and played a soft melody to add to the mood of the evening. Allowing his agile gingers to dance over the strings of the mandolin with practiced grace and skill. He looked up to his fellows, as he played a soft haunting melody, engaging his captive audience and adjusting his rhythms as needed, playing various traditional songs of peace. But never did allow his eyes linger too far from the delicious creature that was Eshe’ri… [/QUOTE]

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