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[center][color=0054a6][h3]Talay-a Gunosh[/h3][/color][/center]
[center][color=0054a6]Archon of Water, Princess of Atlantis[/color][/center]
Talay-a was wondering through the hallways, and it was a testement to just how much she'd let her guard to down when she realized someone had followed her. Within a second she had her blade out and held it to his throat, glaring at him.
"Why were you following me?" Talay-a asked him, looking him up and down. He looked human, albeit a bit dustier than the average but she should know at this point not to judge a book by it's cover.

[color=0054a6]Enough Talay-a, he's done nothing to reserve the wrath of your swords, and we need his trust. Erebus was bound to the Archon of Light to balance him out for as long as I can remember. He's...let's just say there was a reason he hasn't had his own vessel. Making his vessel trust you will go a long way.[/color]
Talay-a took a few seconds to identify her options and decided the best one would be indeed to sheath her sword and take a few steps back.
"My apologies." Talay-a didn't know how to explain herself further, as she waited a seond to see if she'd get any sort of responce, although she didn't expect one.