<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, Dusk<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Idle Boar Inn<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kirien, Pansy, Enastril, Yesqwyn, Brennisen, Eferhild, Taavia, Teria<br/><strong>Content Warning: </strong>None<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>A recommendation for food certainly didn't seem forthcoming, as Pansy's attention was apparently completely diverted by the arrival of an apparent dwarven companion.<em>A rowdy bunch it appears.</em>Tilting her glass towards Taavia in greeting, Melan blinked a few times in confusion at the comments about some sort of... purse pick pocketing endeavor with a rather unusual tone in her voice. Focusing on the area, she hummed slightly as her senses opened up and showed little in the way of true darkness.<em>Perhaps some sort of joke. I don't know why someone would joke about that though. Maybe a halfling or dwarven cultural thing.</em>She pondered, listening in to the others and returning her attention to Kirien when the talk had turned towards the metallic pieces.<br/><br/>"If the eyes of Ehlonna are upon you then it is certainly a good omen, Lady Silverlark. A blessing or a trial may await but those who remain steadfast under the gods attentions need not fear. No matter the strangeness of the world the heavens remain solidly at the sides of those who act in their name."<br/><br/>The idea of starmetal certainly was interesting. Her hand gripped her mug tighter with anticipation of something even greater. Her mug is tilted back to take a nice pull from her ale, refreshing in the night again. What was unexpected though was the good luck charm fitting so closely together to the other one Silverlark had, the perfect match anything but co-incidence to her mind. "Well, it seems we are connected by the gods for the day. Good luck charm indeed. Let us try them all and see what comes of this."<br/><br/>An eager excitement lingered in her smile, eyes focused on the metal and looking towards the other pieces shown to see just what would happen. A most auspicious occasion indeed, one that needed maybe another sip of the local brew. The malty sweet flavor lingered on her tongue, likely some well handled barely from what she could tell. It certainly is a refreshing change of pace from the wine she'd often had to partake of when at a more formal occasion, being seen as more desirable in high society. The kick the stuff had and ease of drinking the fermented grapes made it far more difficult to enjoy and keep a steady head though, something you could do with a fine normal ale.<em>Although I think what the dwarves that visited through there called ale would be better called spirits by the kick that stuff had.</em><br/><br/><em>It's not like what they would make back home either. Ah, I remember back when you couldn't get anything that didn't have a little bit of rock dust in there somewhere.</em>She mused while she traced her thumb on the edge of her mug.<em>'Gives it a bit of flavor and a taste for finding the good ore' they always said. I never learned the trick and I'll stick with this any day.</em>