<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/><hr/><br/>He listened to the Peranos' voice her statements. She seemed a bit more learned than he had at first recalled. Which further reinforced his theory that she was of noble birth. He almost missed her name among the amusing flutter of her words. What had she said. His head snapped at her, staring her full in the eyes. He knew that name. Only one person that he had ever heard of held it. His jaw felt slack, and it was all he could do to hold it still, locked in place. Is clenched, as did his fingers. Of all the elves in the world, why was it her that had to be here? And just when he was starting to enjoy her company. Just when he was asking her to join him on his trip, just to found out about the rumored troop placements near Koann. Just when he thught that her company was going to be more enjoyable than his loneliness...<br/><br/>Did she have to go ahead and tell him her name was<em>Nilofer?</em><br/><br/>His slack-jawed response was lost when suddenly they were set upon. He reacted, faster than the eye could see. His own eyes caught the male Peranos panicking, or at least that was what he assumed, and ran off, disappearing easily into the woods, as Peranos were wont to do. His own reaction was far more intense. Lance and blade came out, the small ruby-studded buttons pressed. The lance sprung smoothly, extending fast ad easy to its full length, about his own height, or slightly longer. He spun it, the sword appearing in his other hand. At hearing the approach, he assumed the worst.<br/><br/>But when he saw who it was, he firmly planted the haft in the ground to avoid having it seen as a threat. Comgal was the leader of them. He had served under the elf a while back. Not terribly fond memories, but not the worst time in his life either. Circven pressed his closed fist to his chest, nad bowed his head lightly, in respect the the man's higher station.<br/><br/>He moved alongside the men, taking hod of the reins of his mount, and he followed them. He clenched his jaw at how she was handled. Knowing who she was or not, he couldn't stand for ladies to be treated thus by soldiers," Unhand them, kindly, Comgal," Cirven said softly, in a commanding tone that the men could not refuse," These are ladies, and Nilofer is destined to be my wife," He knew who she was. It was only fair to return the favor," Unhand them. Now."