<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>Comgal<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Cirven smiled at the Enforcer's words, but it was without mirth, more sad," I wouldn't battle a fellow elf to the death, not if I could avoid it," He shook his head," Too many of us die needlessly in this war as it is," He was one of the few warriors that saw war for what it was. It wasn't that he loved fighting. He yearned for peace more than any advocate of it. The fact was that he knew that warriors were never the ones that started fighting, but rather the ones that looked at tales of battles and engagements and fighting as just statistics, never taking into account that each of the numbers was a life lost, a man with family, friends, and home to return to was dead, lying on the battlefield to fulfill another man's greed. A man that wouldn't even care that he had made his ultimate sacrifice. The fact was that, so long as men like those held power, there would be fighting. And men like those always held power, so, it was just a simple fact of life that there would always be fighting. Those that hated warfare and never engaged in it always blamed the warriors for being warmongers when precisely the opposite was true most of the time. They just knew the awful truth that many others refused to see.<br/><br/>Cirven had no children of his own, and the only people that were there to obey his commands were soldiers, and these were disciplined, well trained, battle-hardened professionals. These would not so blatantly disobey him like Nilofer had her father. Therefore, he really couldn't sympathize with the man. He didn't know what it was like to have a willful daughter. He had once hoped that he never would. But his marriage was bound to ruin that for him, he knew. Nilofer was willful, arrogant, and blind to anything but her own desires. Something to be ignored and discarded rather than kept around to attempt to teach lessons that would never be learned.<br/><br/>Cirven shook his head," I don't know what sort of general that you mistake me for, sir, but I am not underinformed. I have my own scouts working over the enemy lands and, while they were unable to return with solid information on it, there were rumors. Centos rumors. And, my army has been at its post for two years now, sir," He held up the figure on his fingers," If they are attacked, they do not need me to tell them what to do there. My commanders are able, some even able enough for a promotion to my station. As to why I took a scout's job sir," He smiled," I could use the feel of the wind blowing in my hair, and new sights," He contemplated that the elf might be right, but he would never admit such thoughts aloud.<br/><br/>He remained silent as the Enforcer spoke of Nilofer's experience with his son, and he felt that odd twinge of jealousy again, making his stomach tense in a physical effort to quell it. Nilofer was not his woman. Not yet. She could, legally, do as she pleased, and he couldn't have a word sideways. Not for a bit, yet. And why would he even want to have a say in her dealings. He was a warrior, not a husband, or a housekeeper. Once they were married, once the marriage proceedings were completed, including the nupital mating, he would return to the field, and she would return to her philandering. He cared not.<br/><br/>"Thank you sir," He bowed and saluted, and took his leave. He needed to have words with his future wife.