(Btw, initiating this now for myself, the order I create is the order I speak to people in)<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>Rarovan</strong></div><br/><strong>To the room</strong><br/><br/><em>He simply couldn't understand what the orc was saying, though whatever they said, they brought more ale. He tried to scrutinize the room, the way they walked, and how they interacted with each other. He quickly abandoned the effort, he was getting quite inebriated on the ale. After all, it was a triumphant success they just accomplished.</em><br/><br/><strong>To Catalina... </strong><br/><br/><strong>"Bah! I'm a fine partier, I just smel-"</strong><br/><br/><strong>To Dawn</strong><br/><br/><em>His skin felt like it was being vibrated from all over, given what Dawn was doing to his armor. He shivered deeply as almost unbidden the distrust of magic made him stare at Dawn in alarm. Moreso for other reasons then the fact she was a mage. He took a gentle sniff of the air as she spoke,</em><strong>"What are you.. oh"</strong><em>He blinked and sniffed himself all over.. the stench of undeath was gone!</em><strong>"Thanks! I am really apprecative, it was starting to get bad, and no amount of cleaning in the river was removing it. Though I think a few more times at the blacksmith here in town and I might get it all fixed up. This will get rid.. "</strong><em>Then he realized his armor smelled fresh. It took him a bit to realize she actually removed every trace of particle off his armor. </em><strong>"Thanks Dawn! how I can I ever repay-"</strong><em>The words died almost the instant he said it... He knew what she would want. He quickly tried to talk to someone else</em><br/><br/><strong>To Amalea Morn</strong><br/><br/><strong>"So you did great Amalea, you've really got that spin block down. I can't imagine us having done as well if I didn't have you with me!"</strong><em>He beamed, looking very much impressed and excited. It was always wonderful to see his shield-mate hone her skill to almost an art form</em><br/><br/>