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			"I am sorry, Iseldra, but I couldn't help but become aware of the way you were looking at me. Do tell me, is there anything off about my appearance? Was it something I did which upset you? Were my people's gifts not enough to earn your favor? If so, I sincerely apologize for my actions and any offense we may have caused you. Relationships between our Races aren't in the best state, I will be honest, but I'd rather enjoy a collaboration than experience hostility. Perhaps you will be able to understand this."
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</blockquote><br/>The normally graceful elf stiffened as the dwarf spoke, if it was true that the words of a dwarf were sincere, the same could not necessarily be said for their insight or accuracy.  "I was unaware I looked at you in any way that should draw offense."  She retrieved his 'gift' from her quiver as she spoke, she made no comment on either the fine quality of the steel nor the poor bindings to the shaft but thrust them towards him in her hand.  They clattered against the plate of his armor and she released them whether he had gripped them or not.  "If such gifts are to buy 'favor' beyond my help in hunting the devil Mordacious, than I would sooner do without."  Her eyes shifted across the room, she felt awkward and embarrassed to be singled out in this way, she knew she could sometimes wear a scowl of general disapproval among strangers but it was more nerves than anything else.  "Perhaps relations between our peoples would be better served by not attempting to read the minds of strangers."<br/><br/>With that she turned towards what she had hoped would be the more friendly company of Eyota but she was already admiring the 'gift' to the male hunter name Voran and she decided to find a less charged conversation.  She had barely begun to move from one group to find another when she was approached by another dwarf.  Or she assumed it was another, they all looked somewhat alike to her, but the shade and braid of the beard was different and his smell was perhaps a bit less offensive.  She had a rather enhanced sense of smell which was often a bonus in the wild, but often a curse among the other races.<br/><blockquote class="bbCodeBlock bbCodeBlock--expandable bbCodeBlock--quote js-expandWatch" data-attributes="member: 33696" data-quote="Black_Out" data-source="post: 3087386">
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			"Never met an elf before but my father did. Name's Keld, second son of Furd. He traveled with an elf many years ago who bravely met his end in the mountains north of our home."
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</blockquote>Ideldra sighed with momentary frustration but listened as this dwarf made a much better introduction than the last.  She offered him a small bow, "well met Keld son of Furd, I am Iseldra, daughter of Rosaryn."  She stood again to her full height, towering above the dwarf but her facial features softening ever so slightly.  "I am pleased to hear precedent of elves and dwarves traveling together."  She left off any commentary of the 'bravely met his end' part of his tale.<br/><blockquote class="bbCodeBlock bbCodeBlock--expandable bbCodeBlock--quote js-expandWatch" data-attributes="member: 33696" data-quote="Black_Out" data-source="post: 3087386">
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			"He wanted you to have these, they belonged to him, to Morien a pair of adamantium arrowheads that my father said would pierce even a dragons hide."
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</blockquote>Her pale soft hand reached out to accept the offered pouch as she gave an expression of grateful wonder.  She crouched down to speak to the dwarf face to face.  "These are a rare treasure and may well make the difference in our quest.  I am forever grateful Master Keld."  She leaned in and gently kissed his cheek, one of the few parts of his face not covered with hair of some sort.<br/><br/>As she departed with gratitude she found herself left with the choice of the half ork or the seer that remained unmet of their party.  Leaning towards the devil she knew (or thought she knew) she headed towards Gall as he was called.  She could feel the small hairs on the back of her neck rise as she approached the ork-kin, though not fully ork he bore enough features to make her cautious.  That he might be the 'runt' of his tribe would not be guessed by the fair haired elf as she approached cautiously.  "I have never hunted<i>with </i>an Aruch before but have seen and heard of their strength and courage."  Said features not often referred to in such positive terms and more often creating fear and caution in elven kind than confidence and reassurance, but these were difficult days and one must consider friends where they could find them.  She would trust this one more if she could keep a ready eye upon him.