((Oh, it's not dead after only a few days. Here, lemme help. I gotta tell you though, this character is based off of that April Fool's Day thing that Blizzard did awhile back, where they tried to implement a 'bard' class. Just sounded like fun, really, and so I made him.))<br/><br/>Unlike the rogue, Etheda had little to no similarities in dress to those around him. Even though Dalaran still had a very cool air, though not freezing, the high elf bard wore a violet jacket of velvet with copper trim and a darker, wide brimmed hat with a large, downy plume of a near-white purple. His tight, navy blue trousers moved on him like a second skin, and so when he felt one of his belts grow lighter, his slight twist of a reaction made it look as though he was trying to flirt with someone.<br/><br/>Turning in the direction of the one who'd bumped into him and apologized before hurrying away, he cocked a crooked half-smile as he kept his lilac eyes on her, following her once she'd considered herself safe. Though he did not run, his strides were long and brisk, and soon Etheda had caught up with the thief. He put his hand on her shoulder and said, "<span style="color: Plum">You may wish to give me back my flutes, Miss,</span>" his voice sounding more casual and friendly than the angry, insulted snarl she must have been accustomed to hearing when she was caught.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>