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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Arcturion" data-source="post: 3736177" data-attributes="member: 54632">1.0 Darksail ArgosyThe dark aelf watched the gathering parade in silence.  There was certainly no small number of soldiers and guards for the arrival of the Hrundic envoys. Despite the armed guards and hungry dragon-like creatures of every sort, the enegry of the crowd was near fevered with anger.  The day seemed more than a little heavy with the feeling of hate in the air. There had been no small amount of whisperings about a possible alliance with the barbarians.  For every whisper of an alliance, two people had spit at the prospect, one damned the gods, and another would mention Drace being the next Ilvern for their sins.  Now, that possible alliance seemed like a true reality as the Hrundic vessels dropped anchor in Drace's port with no hostilities exchanged. Eltera regarded the Dracian envoys.  Ivar was certainly no friend and was barely better than an enemy.  Only his sense of honor and Bel's words held his hammer from trying to open her skull.  There seemed no lack of advisors and perhaps even a few wizards within the heavy jumble behind the two towering bearers of the King.   And the lady seemed familiar as well.  Her knowledge of and familiarity with Mordrake was poor, but she still found it difficult to place the face.  She was near to asking Rentiki if he had any knowledge of the lady when she managed to overhear the name. Sharis . . . Knowing the second emissary of Mordrake did little to endear her anymore to the entourage.  Both seemed to have barely restrained emotions about killing her, but that was generally the way with most in regards to her.  If it was not fear and hatred, it was anger and hatred.  She only lightly shook her head as she brushed a bandaged hand through her hair again, ensuring that strand of hair was still well tucked away. Pulling her hand away, she rubbed at her bandages again before placing her delicate hand to Amurisil's hilt.  The touch of the blade felt cool and helped relieve the pain slightly, but it still troubled her.  She failed to hide it well enough to deter Rentiki's questions. She attempted her best to again evade his promptings, working well to keep her voice low, "Nothing at all.  Just an itch in the bandages.  Wounds itch as they heal."  She purposefully turned her attention back to the Hrundir from both Drace and the north, hoping that Rentiki might do the same.</blockquote>

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