((Ok, something I forgot to mention before.  Please post in bold at the beginning of every post who you are, where you are, who you're with, stuff like that.  Basically, follow this example every time please, no matter where you are.))<br/><br/><strong>Giselle Do'Urden/Neria Zathrieal<br/>Time;  Early Morning, Day 1<br/>Location;  Main Hall<br/>Tagged; Soon to be Ven and Shauka, about to be Lionel</strong><br/><br/>Never try to whisper with any species of elf in the same area as you, something that Lionel was about to become quite aware of as both Giselle and Neria both turned their heads to the lionman.  They had two distinct reactions to the creature however, something that Giselle was a bit surprised at as Neria's jaw dropped to the floor before she recovered quickly enough.  She'd explain later when pressed that a lion man much like Lionel had been the one to help her past some of her personal issues long ago before they went their separate ways.  He had done much in the short time they'd been together when she was far younger and still recovering from the trauma of having her entire family and clan destroyed.  Giselle meanwhile crossed her arms over her chest, standing tall in black mithril chainmail armor, a black traveling cloak that covered up the foaming mug standard that was emblazoned on her chest, indicating she was friend of Battlehammer dwarves, brown leather hiking boots, and of course her leather sword belt that held her father's scimitar blades within easy reach of her dexterous hands.  The two elves walked side by side up to the lion man without needing to say a word to each other, before stopping before the big guy.  Neria noted he seemed, holy, in a way, sensing divine power coming from the man before them.  While the lion man that had taken the cleric's virginity hadn't been a cleric or a paladin or anything, he still had had a similar air about him that spoke volumes of it's own.  Giselle felt it too but wasn't all that impressed.  "Um, I hate to burst your bubble, but make your assumptions elsewhere there pal.  Yes, I'm a dark elf, but check the eyes and you'll see that I'm not a full member of the dark race, not by a long shot.  I'm also part light elf."  Giselle commented, fire flashing in her deep brown orbs before turning away on her heel, but Neria stopped her with a gentle hand on her shoulder.<br/><br/>"You'll have to excuse my friend.  Such assumptions are common but do not make things easier for one that follows the ways of the good and decent as she does.  I am Neria Zathrieal, cleric to Corellan Larathain, and a follower of Sune as a Sacred Prostitute.  It is a pleasure to meet you good sir."  Giselle sighed but chuckled all the same, finding her 'good nature' once again as she turned, a bit embarrassed at herself for acting like as she had.  Neria held out her hand, and whether or not it was shook and they got an introduction, Giselle wouldn't extend that same courtesy just yet as she too introduced herself.  "My own name is Giselle Do'Urden, ranger to Mielliki, daughter to Drizzt and Megan Do'Urden.  We both come from the world of Toril, from the supercontinent of Faerun.  And I guess it's obvious that we're both new faces around here.  Despite our rough start there, it is an honor to meet ya, but don't assume anything by appearance alone again is all I ask.  You can't tell everything by the cover alone now can you?  Since we're talking though, we couldn't help but hear you're looking for something.  Not that it's any of our business but colored me interested."  Giselle continued, wishing to know more but willing to back down if he said to mind her own business.  Looking over the crowd, Neria and Giselle both couldn't believe just how varied and numerous the races that were present truly were.  Neither of them had seen so many different creatures across the multiverse before.  "Is it always this crowded or is this just a particularly busy year?"