<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/98/Comission_pixie_by_phantagrafie-d5g4wm2.jpg)</div><strong>Fjordel "Jord" Nym</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/14gyPcCiH11JjOvJ9ib7iYA4rLpHTOvpZD0W70-a7Djc/edit)<br/><br/>Jord blinked when the raven first spoke, then took the form of an attractive young elfmiad.  He grinned, jaw tightening a bit not to laugh aloud at the beautiful young paladin's expense.<br/><br/>In the throne room, the faela sank politely to one knee before the king and queen and inclined his head.  When they were acknowledged her rose again and looked up at the tall and magnificent elves, paying close head to their words.<br/><br/>“He nodded gravely to the speech.  After the queen's blessing the faela swooped a bow, “Majesty, with your blessing, how can we fail?”