<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/02/MelanSongsteel.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Melan Songsteel<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Paladin<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Patchwall, 7, 577 CY, just prior to sunset<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Idle Boar Inn<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kirien, Pansy, Enastril, Yesqwyn, Brennisen, Eferhild, Tavvia, Teria<br/><strong>Content Warning: </strong>None<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Melan was slightly thankful for the large crowd, more used to emptier things where the presence of her order tended to draw quite a lot more attention than was always comfortable to receive. What didn't help the attempt though was her armor. Having just arrived and lacking the time or inclination to delay a bit of welcome respite, she entered the inn with her well-tended suit. Chain hung against her with the dull shades of iron covered by shining steel of her breastplate, greaves, and vambraces along with the blade at her side. The lightning bolt and fist of Heironeous is prominent across the plates, typically flanked by soaring purple falcons and only slightly dusty from the road. The weight of it is hardly noticed as she walked and was split from the ambassadorial group due to the rather obvious lack of seating, only a few polite words exchanged between.<br/><br/>The table she ended up at had at least one person she somewhat recognized, a tickle in the back of her mind from a dinner quite some time ago.<em>What was the name? Something... to do with metal and birds. Silverlark? Right, with the dragon familiar. That was unusual. Teria and Silverlark. What was her first name? Just go with it.</em>She didn't immediately sit at the table when she arrived, assessing the group and giving them a slight bow. "Pardon the intrusion of your table. My name is Melan Songsteel and this is Eferhild. A pleasure to see you again Lady Silverlark. I see Teria is as fierce as ever." She said with a slight smile.<br/><br/>Her hand is offered to each person at the table in turn, including Teria if the dragon was so inclined, to be met with either a very firm shake or a brush of lips against knuckles in the traditional courtly gesture and a larger winsome smile to any who allow it. Once formalities were finished, then she finally took her seat to partake of the house ale with relish. "What brings you all to the Idle Boar this day, if you'll pardon the inquiry?" Her red braid hung loose against her back as she moved although a few lose strands hung free having slipped their bonds during the days travel.<br/>