<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Bane's Post</strong></span> </div><br/>as PMed to the rest of us. Posted by Secret so the thread can move, with Bane's permission.<br/><br/><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>Near Koann, Centos city<br/><strong>Players Nearby:</strong>Juno, Nilofer, and Safiya<br/><br/>Cirven's brow furrowed at the mention of of a girl getting her first kiss. He frowned now, wondering just what she meant. Wouldn't a girl that had just gotten her first kiss be quiet and shy about it? He shook his head mentally as he made for the trees. She would know, he supposed, since she was a girl, and had probably had her first kiss. Maybe she was right, although he doubted it. He never talked much, and never as much as a woman on even subjects that he was an expert on. A wise man should never speak without thinking, but always think before speaking. At least, this was a lesson that his father had taught him as a young man. He indicated for the small party to follow him, and whether they did or not was their trouble, or whatever. He wasn't exactly guiding them to safety either. His horse was still hobbled to a tree a ways back, and his armor, food, and various assorted items that he needed for survival, although the others might not need them, were there. He needed to speak to the Peranos soldier, and inquire as to what he was doing so far south.<br/><br/>Once they were out of earshot from any and all Centos sentries that might be tying to listen in to any words exchanged he spun around. They were in a thicket, branching out from a nearby forest. Dark green leaves made for pleasant shade, while the ground was soft with fallen leaves, crunching beneath a Centos' step, but the elves seemed to move through it without making a sound. It was a talent and, from previous experience with Peranos, he knew that he, as a Trithos, was making enough noise to rouse the dead, or at least they would think so. He studied those that had followed him," Well, I think it is time to explain what we are doing this deep in enemy territory, at least for myself, and the other elves here," After all, the Haas might not have been an enemy to the Centos anyway. A friend was doubtful, but one never knew. The Centos were not the smartest lot, after all, and she probably would know, if she was a friend of theirs, that if she was seen with a group of the enemy, whether she was a friend or not, she would be ridden down.<br/><br/>"And you," He said to the armed Peranos," I don't recognize you, but unless you are a deserter, and I am giving you the benefit of the doubt on this one, you can only be a scout from the Elven army to the Northwest of here. Where is the rest of your squad?" He thought it might be a good idea to avoid mentioning that he was the general of that particular army.<br/>