<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/89DMpCX.png)</div><br/><strong>Pelira Velamir</strong>, with<strong>Consul Zach Marques</strong><br/><br/>The thoughts behind the man's nearly-casual glances around her body did not go unnoticed by Pelira, and her ego purred at the attention, but she kept her poise—at least until the question of elven longevity, though it was not the question directly that struck her so. "Well," she paused, her expression passing for a moment through sadness, "I will say that I remember a time before Eros, though I sorely wish I didn't."<br/><br/>The elf shook her head and broke her own tension by joking, "But I may yet die of hunger if I don't plunder one of these cooks' tents. Have you eaten, Consul?"