<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Greetings Lady Unicorn,  myself and the Gnome had just reached an agreement for his release. The agreement involved a meal and possibly some information on the fate of the people of Enclaryln. Tis a strange occurrence leaving no clues to the nature of its source. Perhaps you would have some tidbit of information of their disappearance?  Either way, would you care to join us for a meal?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Wellsie eyed him suspiciously for what seemed like an eternity before she finally responded.   " A strange occurence, you say?" The elf had definately garnered her undivided attention.  She remained still and stood regally,  watching as he lowered the annoying gnome,<em> much, much too gently in her opinion</em>, to his feet.<br/><br/>" I've not heard of any trouble,<em>in particular</em>...but perhaps you'll tell me more of the situation..?" She sent a look of warning to the loose-lipped messenger then when it looked as if he was about to speak up, possibly refuting her statement.  It was a look that held the promise of swift,  painful retribution which he seemed to interpret accordingly as he lowered his head and backed a good distance away.  She saw absolutely no reason to share the information regarding her imminent journey to her homeland, atleast not yet anyway.