<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Sense Motive check to asses Eruin's honesty: 1d20 (1) + 10 = 11, failure</div></div></div><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Eruin wrote:</cite><span style="font-style: italic">"Gor'ash numio ralino ehr'rom moint'gorch exals'tor'burnati ivenalt des gorum'vorla raashlsh nexst"</span></div></blockquote><br/>"It's quite alright," Alyssa says. "And I, too, must apologize for the interruption of your conversation. I'm glad no harm was done."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">He's quite a gentleman,</span>she thinks to herself as Eruin addresses Twilah in what she assumes to be a form of Sylvan.<span style="font-style: italic">And quite talented with languages.</span><br/><br/>Truth be told, Eruin's use of Abyssal in his apology surprised her, not for his fluency, but for the fact that it was almost... well, not pleasant, but listenable. In fact, his pronunciation was probably better than her own; despite her ancestry, she can count the number of times she's spoken or heard Abyssal on both hands, and most of them were at Grim's insistence. How she understands the language at all is something of a distressing mystery- instinct, perhaps, though that explanation has never sat well with her rational side. Still, it<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>kind of Eruin to make the effort, regardless of her own misgivings.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">I do hope there will be others like him in Eva Heights,</span>she muses.<br/><br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Theron wrote:</cite>"I'm Theron," he added, stepping closer and holding out his hand. "I didn't catch your name, however."</div></blockquote><br/>"Alyssa Niberos," Alyssa says, offering a nod of greeting. She leaves Theron's offered hand to Eruin, not wishing to interrupt another's greeting.<br/><br/><br/>With the current matter resolved, Alyssa spares a moment to observe the main deck and its occupants. Her attention is quickly drawn to the jackal and wolf currently staring in her direction- with fascination or disdain, she can't say. Whatever their interest, the twin stares leveled in Alyssa's direction are decidedly unnerving, made even moreso by the fact that Eruin and Theron are responding in kind. She wonders if there is a proper way to excuse oneself from an unwanted stare...<br/><br/>With that thought in mind, she follows Theron when he starts out in the duo's direction, hoping she'll have found an answer by the time she arrives.<br/><br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Theron wrote:</cite>"Hello there, my canine compadres! Been watching us for a good long while you have! See anything that you like perhaps?"</div></blockquote><br/>"<span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;">Hello,</span>" Alyssa  adds meekly, her voice hardly audible following Theron's barked greeting.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>“When you get to the city, I suggest you be more discreet about it instead of throwing your weight around. Just a friendly tip from an Eva Heights native.”</div></blockquote><br/><span style="font-style: italic">A native?</span>Alyssa perks up visibly, her curiosity piqued. She had intended to begin her research in the city by interviewing some of the more self-capable locals, then networking her way into the local groups. But, since the opportunity has presented itself early...<br/><br/>"Pardon me, sir," she addressed the jacketed wolf. " I wonder if I might have a moment of your time? I represent St. Rubin's Academy of Secular Philosophy for a cultural study of the Eva Heights area and its political factions. A native perspective on the current political situation would be a valuable foundation for my research."