<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/98/Comission_pixie_by_phantagrafie-d5g4wm2.jpg)</div><strong>Fjordel "Jord" Nym</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/14gyPcCiH11JjOvJ9ib7iYA4rLpHTOvpZD0W70-a7Djc/edit)<br/><br/>Jord's eyes widened at he spirited and piping voice he heard from the front of the line.  “Excuse me,” he said to the priestess ahead of him as he carefully flexed his wings so that they wouldn't catch on the suit, then buzzed his way up into the air.  He touched the beautiful Grenida gently on the shoulder.  “Begging your pardon, ma'am, may I balance here?”<br/><br/>Emerald eyes scanned to the front of the line.  The muscular sorcerer grinned to find Jiana giving the clerk what for, then introducing herself to a bold but sensible blanqua.<br/><br/>Jord was surprised to find how intensely his emotions surged to see the petite damsel hale and healthy, proud and magnificent.  “Jia!” he called, rising over the heads of the others and shooting to the head of the line to catch the younger Faela in a tight embrace. “I'm so glad you're all right!” he gasped, giving her a good squeeze.<br/><br/>A moment later Jord's sense caught up to him and he stepped back, lighting on the desk and straightening his clothing.  He really didn't know the purple haired girl well enough to just grab her up in an embrace like that.<br/><br/>“Sorry, I was worried when I heard the news.”