As cedar was strolling through the foyer, and into the main hall, he caught sight of the elf woman, Jazdia, and the lovely miss Yvonne, --attractively roguish as ever, engaged in idle banter. He had missed the first part of their conversation, but it did not appear to have been going on for long.


[color=ed1c24]"What's going on in the city? Sounds like there's a party out there."[/color] Yvonne had said, with a bit of bravado.

He stood and glared for a second, then processed what had been said-- She had said nothing about the death of the man he had seen earlier, and was simply reacting to the sounds of the "Elated" people outside. There was a chance she had not been infected with the contagious madness spreading around out there, that he so desperately wished to avoid.

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"..Not muh idear uv a good time.."[/color] he growled irritably. [color=7bcdc8]"Em idjiots ou' 'ere dun pull some fellar apart fer reason's I cain't unnerstand, an' is all hootin' and hollerin' like it the bes' thang they ever sawr. .. Bes' steer clear a crazy fuckers like 'at, ya ask me..."[/color]

He muttered under his breath.

[color=7bcdc8]".....Jus wanned some dayum clothes...."
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