<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>None<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Cirven saw no more of the woman that was to be his wife after that. She headed off, certainly indignant that he was to be her husband, not caring, and of course, that he felt the same way. It was a pity though. He had begun to enjoy her company quit a bit, enough to invite her to stay, he supposed. But now, knowing her name, and her origins and ties him himself, he suddenly found that he could not be free of her presence fast enough. Cold and callous, he knew, but it was how he felt. He was going to be spending almost a half century with her as his wife, unless he died, a very likely prospect with his profession, and unless she died, also likely, is she carried on with her habits of trailing around so close to enemy cities. Or if, for some reason, their marriage was declared unfit. Which he doubted, since both families desperately needed this marriage to fix the one that had failed not too long ago.<br/><br/>He was guided to Comgal's office, where after a few words, a toast was serve for the elves in the room. Cirven took his cup gratefully, and, when the toast was declared, he tilted the cup almost completely upside-down, finishing the drink in a swallow. It was a good vintage, the taste speaking of good sun, rain, and soil. It was rare to have this good a vintage, but then, Comgal was an enforcer. He could have practically anything he wished.<br/><br/>"Thank you, sir," Cirven said softly, bowing his head in respect," As you know, my men have been in their post for almost two years now, and would appreciate the respite that some of the other armies are having now, if only for the winter, sir. They are long overdue for replacement, and, as you have been made aware of, my family, and that of My Lady Nilofer, are anxious to get along with the preparations of our wedding," May my mouth turn black for hastening such an even, he didn't say," For which I would need my men on leave for the amount of time that it would take to finalize the preparations, since I would not have them in the command of another, sir," He had spent far too much time making them the fighting force that they were to simply turn them over to another half-wit of a general," If you would take it into consideration, I would be honored," He bowed his head again.