Grey Onyx
Grey stroked his chin, nodding as Lucilia answered his question.
"I see... Forgive my ignorance." He said politely, quirking a brow as she seemed distressed... He looked off to the end, having a slight bit of trouble thanks to his... injury. Was that Meirin? What were they talking about, and why was Lucilia worried? He was of course, about to ask when she had suddenly given him an order.
"Uh... Very well. For what reason?"He moved to walk with her, his hand darting to his axe when he felt it rattle, holding it in place. He then realized two things. One, this was most definitely not a figment of his imagination, and two; he might look like he's about to draw his weapon.
"A-apologies... The belt loops must not be well-secured..." he said, looking off to the side. Well, he'd have to speak to this thing directly it looked like.
I discovered you on the corpse of a demonic doppelganger of myself. I had lost my own axe in the fight, and considering that it seemed like a normal steel axe I'd figured there was no harm in taking it. And I will decide that for myself. For now, you will keep silent lest I surrender you to Tyrael so he can melt you down for parts or feed you to a demon.Alaira Taenn
Alaira looked to the other diplomats, fist tightening as they didn't seem to react... Well, the dwarf laughed. Now, an ordinary brute would take that as a sign that they were idiots, but Alaira was no normal brute; they knew something she didn't. She ground her teeth as Athalus spoke to the diplomats... The assassin would even feel the hair on the back of his head rise slightly as a static charge went through the air around her, which he knew was a sign that she was both incredibly angry and trying incredibly hard to control herself.
When he looked over his shoulder at her she thumped him on the head. Not hard enough to cause damage or anything, mostly just as an expression of frustration. She quirked a brow at the three as Lan went to extravagant lengths to describe the power the three of them held.
"If ya think that scares me you're mistaken..." She mumbled lowly, shaking her head... And when Athalus spoke up she thumped him again.
However, when the diplomat winked at her that was the last straw. She took a step forward, energy arcing across her arm.
"I'll-!" She stopped, unclenching her fist as the electricity disappeared, the elf stepping back and crossing her arms. She listened, cracking her neck as she looked over the three of them.
"If you're lookin' for help here, you're wastin' your time. Way I hear it, the Archmage ain't going to be taking sides, since we never have. If you want my advice, go with one of the other two. Otherwise, when Eania and Djarkel start goin' at each other and start marchin' through your swamp to do it, at least one of 'em will be on your side. And don't think they won't just try rollin' in in the middle of the war either. If you wanted more advice, I'd say go with Eania. Djarkel's just a cutthroat infested hellhole... And waaay too flammable..." She said that last part very quietly, it was likely only Athalus heard her as she turned her head and rubbed the back of her neck.