<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/06/Cirven150.png)</div><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/79/Cirven150a.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Cirven<br/><strong>Current Form:</strong>Trithos<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Myeliae<br/><strong>Players Nearby:</strong>Comgal<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Cirven had not been around for the last war. Well, he had, but it had been a quick affair. He had been a soldier at the time. Well, an officer, due to his family's influence, but nothing too regal. More like a grunt in the garb of an officer. He had owned the apparell, though, and he had clawed and scratched and fought his way up to the top. In his opinion, he was the only general that had earned his armor. The other ones had differing opinions about how they managed their own titles, and about how he had managed his, but, if nothing else, he had earned the grudging respect of the other commanders. This didn't mean that they wouldn't undercut his authority at any given chance, cut him down in an attempt of showing him his rightful place in the ranks of the elven armies, but it also meant that they would think twice about doing anything to him. He was not an enemy that any of them would wish upon themselves. While honorable, he was tenacious, cunning, and deadly. Not likely to take any offense like that with a smile and a wave.<br/><br/>"As I hear it," Cirven said softly, hoping no one would hear of him speaking of his wife in such a manner," Nilofer is a bit old to be unwed. Which was why I was selected to be the link to our families in the first place," He shook his head," Hopes are a fool's food. What will happen will happen, and could not happen any other way. I will have my best endeavor to see what I want to be done, but should it fall against my wishes, you will not hear a word of complaint from me," He nodded, and filled his glass a second time/ Two cups was about the limit for him. He wouldn't want to end with a similar fate as his fool of a cousin.<br/><br/>He chuckled at the Peranos' words," Not many in their right minds would turn down a night with me, for that matter," He sipped the cup," But that is not a matter to be discussed in polite company," An overstatement for the Enforcer. The elf was a Peranos, and therefore hardly polite company. He wouldn't discuss how he would deal with her philandering with Comgal, for that was a private matter, to be held between him and his future wife. Which reminded him that he needed to speak with her before he headed out again," Where might I find her, if I may ask?"