<div align="center"><em>Giselle and David Do'Urden.</em></div><br/>David didn't hear a thing but he did know what was happening as he turned to Kyle and chuckled before answering as Giselle mentally slapped herself.  "She's forgotten a basic rule of that little trick of hers and my brother Seth's.  Being able to talk mind to mind is useful, but if you're new to it as you are my friend, you can hear every word spoken as if it were directed at you.  Believe me from personal experience, it gets headache inducing after a while if you can't tune it out.  Just imagine a wall and it should die down in there."<br/><br/>"Sorry Kyle, but he's right.  I'm so used to people that know all this I didn't think anything of it."  Giselle commented further, but to Mary's startled expression and Tony's concerned look, she looked to the two and smiled reassuringly.<em>It's the black skinned woman you see on the stage, Giselle, to answer your question Mary.  I'm speaking directly into your head so we don't have to yell at each other over all the noise.  That and there's a measure of privacy talking like this as well that you can't get any way else....unless you're new to all this like my friend here.</em>She nodded to Kyle, looking up to the front of the stage as if nothing unusual was going on.<br/><br/>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/><div align="center"><em>Neria Zathrieal</em></div><br/>Neria stopped in front of the ice cream shop, and saw a note on the door that she couldn't make heads or tails out of.  At least, not at first.  Casting a spell to understand languages both written and spoken, she opened her sea green and saw that it was a notice that the shop was closed and that there was a town meeting elsewhere.  Thankfully a police cruiser pulled up about that time and stopped, noticing the beautiful elven woman who approached the strange machine hesitantly.  "Ma'am?  You a newcomer as well?"<br/><br/>"If you mean newcomer as in stranger to this place, then yes I am.  Please, can you take me to where this town meeting that is being called?"  The man nodded and opened the door without a second to waste.  Neria hopped in and looked at the strange carriage from the inside as she pulled the door shut.  "Thank you very much.  My name is Neria Zathrieal."<br/><br/>The cop only offered his name since he had no idea what to say to such an exotic beauty such as the one next to him.  Neria tended to get that reaction a lot, even dust covered and road weary in full elven chainmail as she was then.  It didn't take long to get to the school and the football field where everyone was gathering.  When they stopped in the parking lot, the man smiled and got out, quickly getting to Neria's side and opened her door without a thought.  "Thank you for the ride here.  May Corellan Larathain watch over you and those you care for in these troubled times."  He nodded his thanks, and led the way to the stadium, pushing his way to the stage since that was where visitors to the town were asked to go last he had heard anything.  Upon seeing the stage, Neria gasped as did Giselle when their eyes met.  "Giselle?  What are you doing here?"<br/><br/>"I could ask the same thing about you.  It's been ages."  Summoning another chair similar to the ones already present, Giselle waved the elven cleric to the spot and the girl didn't hesitate as she took her spot beside the group that was assembled.  "There, almost feels like old times.  This is Kyle, a human soldier of another world.  The others are Viviana, a princess from the local castle and daughter to the king that rules these lands, Tiagar, a local like us, and then there's the gal beside him, an assassin of a sort that does much good although her attitude stinks.  I think that's everyone for the moment.  Kyle, this is an old friend of mine, Neria Zathrieal, an elven cleric and a dear friend."<br/><br/>"It's an honor to meet you all.  Please, just call me Neria."  The woman replied, brushing her elven blonde locks out of her face as she dropped her heavy pack to the side, wondering what it was that her god wanted her to do here.  "I am a follower of the light elf god Corellan Larathain, the one that rules over War and Protection of my race.  What of yourself?"  She asked, generally curious.