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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Quickleaf" data-source="post: 6657480" data-attributes="member: 20323">The candles in the room flicker and dim. It is more than just the light breeze coming in thru the cabin's old pinewood door at Kynee's sudden entrance. Odvara, her eyes pure white as if her pupils were rolled back in her skull, regards the ensemble. There is a knowingness in her features that wasn't there before. A voice not her own comes from Odvara's lips in response to Fergus. "Well, at least you can speak like a gentleman to a lady. Very well, I forgive your trespass...on one condition..."Odvara pauses with a wry smile that gives the impression she was once of aristocracy, accustomed to people hanging on her words. Of course, knowing a bit of Odvara's background - the daughter of a human weavess and an elven jeweler - she certainly has no blue blood. Her voice is that of a wise mature woman with a hint of a playful lilt, "It has been some time since I could converse face-to-face. Perchance do you have some cider or wine? Even ale would do. I should like to while away the night learning about my guests and of the vast world beyond my little lake. Then, as always, come sunrise I shall return to my lake. Do we have an accord?" She glances meaningfully to Kynee who bares silver sword in hand.</blockquote>