"Dantel Ernesto Amarillo de Caracas, leader of the Caracas League of Magi... if I was a giant book nerd, where would I be hiding?"
She eyed the rest of the arena, keeping Moulder in the corner of her eye the whole time.
Vazheera was in no sense of the word an academian, which made the task of placing oneself in the boots of one not any easier! The closest thing she had been to the culture of mages was back when she had been harassing the adepts of the coven of the Eightfold Path together with her sisters, the eightfold path being the magical enclave of her old city. To an elven mage, human magic was not far beyond what humans themselves would have considered a primitive, deranged(and probably braindead) goblin's attempt at practicing magic!
Ridiculous!
However, her train of guesswork was suddenly completely thrown off when she was once again approached by another local!
"Excuse me!"
"What?!" Vazheera spun around, looking down at the stranger, only for her look of annoyance to turn into one of surprise when she saw no one else but a Wood Elf, her elven features setting Siella apart from the rest of the crowd.
"You are a... tree-hugge,-" Vazheera was about to say, before peering closer, noticing Siella's unique attire as well.
What was a wood elf doing so far away from their forest?! Vazheera couldn't truly say. If it hadn't been for her smaller size, she would have looked even more out of place from the locals than Vazheera herself!
Something was off...
What if this was in truth, no wood elf at all, but rather a clever magical disguise! Perhaps a magic trick, perhaps done by Dantel himself... !
Looming over Siella like a towering wraith with her black cloak and deep purple skin, Vazheera would slowly lean forward with a sheepish look on her face; her cloak falling slightly apart to reveal her burnished gold and black steel outfit and swords; before asking with a leading voice to Siella:
"Dantel Ernesto... ?"
