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[color=1BC617]Time: Morning
Location: Roshmi City
Interactions: Yuka[@princess], Aiko[@CitrusArms], Xavier[@Potter], Captian Verencia[@Funnyguy]
Equipment: Sword, bow and arrows, small knife, wayfinder, fire kit, a pouch with 107 amas[/color]
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[color=B7E3B6]Orias studied the posture and movements of Captain Verencia, the winged man was visibly displeased with the four of them. The elf only listened as the other man spoke, his face neutral, thinking over the words. He did his best to match the other man’s posture, to look more the part of an ambassador, holding his head high, keeping his eyes fixed on the captain without a glance towards the Avians that circled above or any acknowledgment as the landed behind the captain. Orias made the effort to seem dignified and not appear intimidated, to give weight to his earlier claim. This wasn’t exactly helped by Yuka who began tickling Xavier. Aiko at least seemed composed. 

He nodded as Yuka insisted they would turn over their weapons, focused on readying a reply to the captain but unsure of how to word it. Orais struggled to find a tone of authority to speak from, and the mere thought of doing so filled him with a sense of dread. The thought of being without steel, only his failing magic, as protection compounded that dread. There was so much uncertainty, and the images of those executed by dark elf hands replayed through his mind. All he could think of was how this situation would have been handled so much better by the late General Joxalim. The elven general would have known exactly how to speak with this captain, know the best approach to diplomacy, would have already had a plan in action to rid Roshmi of the dark elves. 

And what did Orias know? How to make a situation worse, how to hide from any shred of responsibility or duty? How to disappear and watch from the shadows as others died in his place. A liar and coward would gain no respect from a man like Captain Verencia. He had to offer truth, that was what the Avian had wanted. Before he had a chance to speak the entire situation took a drastic change. 

Orias heard the deafening crack before he noticed what was going on with Xavier. Saw the tendrils of silvery lightning returning to Xavier’s body just as his head snapped to the side to look at the man. The rest of his thought dissipated as he looked at the confused and terrified face of what Orias now knew to be a human. And the human had just unleashed a powerful display of magic in front of the Skyguard Captain of Avain City who already looked at them with suspicion. 

[color=1BC617]“Calm yourself and see to Yuka.”[/color] He spoke to Xavier with an even tone, trusting the man to do as he said. As he spoke he quickly unfastened the sword at his side, removed the bow and quiver from his back, and dropped them to the ground. They could not afford to have the Avians think this was an act of aggression, so Orias returned his full attention to them.

[color=1BC617]“The fashion designer, as you call her, along with the vulpine, are among the few in Roshmi with the courage to stand against tyrants. These two have left their home, risked their lives to provide safety to strangers. And I, I am Prince Orias Biren of the radiant Sun Elf Kingdom, asking for aid, for a meeting with your leaders. If any of you have a health potion handy, it would be appreciated. The boy is untrained in his powers.”[/color] Orias spoke with eyes locked on Captain Verencia, his tone laden with gravitas, but lacking aggression, trying not to provoke them further. No lies or half-truths, this was what the captain had wanted, he could only hope it would be enough. He said nothing of Xavier being a human, if the Avians were smart they’d have figured that out too, but he wouldn’t risk speaking such a thing out in the open. [/color]