<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img145/3339/myarbyaikurisud4hmjvc.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;">Lairelithoniel Lithônion <strong>:Name</strong><br/>Early Morning <strong>:Time</strong><br/>Fort protecting the portal <strong>:Location</strong><br/>Everyone <strong>:Tagged</strong></div><br/>Ashlyn's attractive facial features are marred by a deep frown as the centaur continued to disrespect her unjustly and with little logic. And he might could do that to these other... weaker champions. But she was a true warrior and would not allow this old fool talk anyway he pleased with her just because he had no hope. Ashlyn had seen his silent challenge as he grasped his sword hilt as well. Daring her, as if she were afraid. Stepping over the dead imp and its' impressive dong, she called to Berial. "Listen hear you bitter mule! I am Lairelithoniel, Ashlyn in this tongue, and you will address me as such!" She commanded, emerald eyes flashing "All who pass through the portal deserve respect for willingly coming to this cursed world seeking to aid it. Not berated for failings they've not achieved. Now you shall watch your tongue, Berial, or I shall have it!" Ashlyn threatened as she twirled her glaive behind her before resting it on the small of her back. She then waited patiently to see wether the jack-asstaur would insist on belittling her, or be civil and answer the question of the champion with the map.