conversations.from: system
conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: TaliaJacta: Unbeknownst to the general population, elven caravans along the southern border have been vanishing without a trace.  The king's spymaster has done his or her very best to keep the families of the vanished merchants from spreading panic, but the secrecy cannot last much longer.  You have been hired, asked, or commanded by His Majesty himself to investigate the disappearances.
  
  It is the night before you are due to depart for the border.  Each of you has received a letter bearing the royal seal, asking you to report one last time to the palace.  You are met in the entry hall by an elf whom you assume is a servant, based on his demeanor and accent, though he wears a plain grey tabard rather than the royal livery.  He leads you through a series of unfamiliar corridors to a moderately-sized study, lined with shelves of books and scrolls.  Leaning against the simply-carved wooden desk is a young (as near as elves can be said to look their age) elf dressed in grey velvet and wearing a plain silver circlet.  [Those of you with even passing familiarity with the elven royal family recognize him as Prince Maduren, the youngest of the king's three children.]
  
  "I won't take much of your time, gentlemen...and madam," he says, in Elven.  "I just wanted to have a brief word before your departure."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Belthasar: Celebdraug was listening patiently from the shadows. Decades of fighting in the shadows made him getting used to remain silent in every situation.
  
  Any job the employer asks must be done with the most efficency as possible.
  
  So, he just let the man continue. In silence, and almost unseen.
  
   
   Spoiler 
  
  Hide check, just in case:  (1d20+13)[ 23 ] 
   
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Claudius Maximus: Alarin performs a subdued bow and scrape, which he hopes is suitable for the apparently casual mood of the prince.
  
  " Prince Maduren. It is an honor to meet with you, as always. To what do we owe the pleasure of your company? "
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: hunt11: Corvis takes a quick look around the group assembled, wondering how they will work together. He goes back to looking at the Prince after Alarin starts to speak to him.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Lateral: Ortelias begins to speak as Alarin does, but looks at him, shrugs, and settles back down.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: THEChanger: Voritan stood, playing slowly with his Symbol of Larethian.  This certainly was an  interesting  group that had been assembled.  Mostly elves, though one appeared to be of the recent Star Elven immigrants.  Still, an elf was an elf.  Then there was the human.  Voritan was not sure a human should be trusted to accompany them on such a sensative mission, but he would keep his objections to himself.  For now.  Besides, the human wore armor and carried a great blade, betraying his alliegance to muscle over mind.  Should the need arise, it would be child's play to dance about him.    Corellon Larethian, bless our mission, and keep us safe from the savages we go to bargain with.  We must not fail.  Though a war between us and the lesser ones would end in our victory, many lives would be lost.  Let there be no cause for such a thing to occur.  Strenghen our hearts and minds, so we might do your work.  