(Uhhhhhh.... Why....did he enter the building? We ran out... I'm sorry but that just doesn't seem logical....)

Aerandir grew angry when the soldier called his weapon a piece of jewelry. A slap in the face for all elves...who took pride in their work in creating a single blade. The guard was an ignorant fool, not noticing the beautiful workmanship was far beyond any humans ability. He said softly, with a low growl in his voice, "This piece of 'Jewelery'....BOY can cut through your armor like a hot knife through butter." He took a step forward, simingly uninterested that the two were armed with an Axe and polearm.

"As for why your pathetic excuse for a prince threw us in jail? Having the nerve to arrest a diplomatic party, saying we were assassins! You should know that already, anything else I believe is a little over your pay....BOY. He knew that some people hated being called boy. perhaps this one would charge him. "Bring your guards... I'd rather have a good fight, I was growing fairly rusty sitting in that damn prison."

He took two steps closer, "Come on, BOY.... You have the so called advantage...perhaps it would work against students... But I highly doubt it would work on an elf..."

(Eh, crappy post. I'll be gone in the next two weeks. I don't know if I can get on... sooo Lovely you can drag my character around a bit...or have someone control him... sorry, but this just popped upi suddenly...)

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