C.A.R.P.S.

[Nyrhtak Of Mahuru]

*a bruised and battered Nyrhtak enters then Inn, stumbling a bit and muttering something about left in the middle of the Sea of dust by a Gavin. He has a piece of paper in his hand that looks like the Royal Decree recently posted on the wall. In a raspy voice he begins to speak.*

Hey...*cough*...I just got a copy of this thing handed to me....can someone answer something for me?

What the heck is the Great Plateau?

[Faerykin]

*Twilight enters the Inn through the side door - her features pale and forlorn - she deposits a single piece of parchment on the table next to Nyrhtak, then proceeds out the back door. Upon examining the page, it is recognized as Stanza 24 of The Prophecy, complete with notes.*

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[Nyrhtak Of Mahuru]

*Nyrhtak reaches up and reads the sheet of paper*

Ah. So it *cough*...so it's a place of outcasts? Interesting. Errr...

Hey, wait a minute.

*Nyrhtak perks up a bit and scowls*

So he's gonna marry an elf? A descendant of the Mageocracy come to lay claim to Silverthorn????

*Nyrhtak lays his head back*

I hear Alleria is beatiful this time of year.........

[Faerykin]

*As she steps out the back door of the Inn, Twilight turns and speaks over her shoulder - her voice weary and strained*

Actually, she's a Half-Elf.

*She then steps through the door and allows it to close behind her*

[Nyrhtak Of Mahuru]

So...uh...so wait...uhh....there are Half-Elves?

[The Gavin Legion]

so no one ever explained this to you

when a mommy elf and a daddy human love each other very much....

wait, you are old enough to know stuff like this. Or maybe you aren't. How old are you in Avyanie years?


Yes there are half-elves. They're rare this far south but they sometimes crop up. It doesn't happen too often since elven males have that problem restocking the numbers of their populous **cough**eunichs

I find it how ironic that the descendants of those who were chased out of the lands of Silverthorne are now having one of theirs marry the descendant to the man who ran them out.

Very humourous when you think about it.

What are you doing taking a break Nyrhtak. I don't see a drink in your hand, and you're still consious, so it apparently isn't either naptime or drinktime.

Well we can fix that.

Barkeep, a drink for my apprentice Nyrhtak