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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Malachei" data-source="post: 5378932" data-attributes="member: 38657">Lórquelië had kept slightly apart from the main body, taking a path aside. Carefully, she avoided the proximity of human bodies. Mustering the military procession and its members had alienated her even more. Men seem so strange. Impulsive, yet disciplined. Childlike. She shuddered. She cannot help but roll her eyes at the Dawnbringer's bluntness and lack of etiquette. What grace is given to me, let it pass to him, she recalls a famous elven poem. As her mouth forms the slightest hint of sarcasm, her eyes meet the halfling's.Instantly, the elf's countenance becomes expressionless again. Seemingly wearied, she closes her eyes, and she feels the cold, and inside the cold, an even deeper, darker chill. Shivering, her mind probes, and soon embraces the familiar warmth of the arcane power. Her voice is but a whisper. "Anga collo."[sblock=OOC]Cast mage armor. Then extend.[/sblock]</blockquote>