<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Ce4d7823a98b31df7cae66b9d5805992.jpg)</div><strong>Talia Avoral</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/11tvlpOm9Tw_Goy4hI_FkEr71x83zTebfCLIyfs0AOHg/edit)<br/><br/>"Hold a moment, my good men!"<br/><br/>The elfmiad running up the street to the coachmen was aluringly dressed and heavy laden.  A dagger in each boot, a variety of pouches and a heavy leather bag on her belt, and an overtuffed backpack to boot.  "I pray you, is there room for another on the road to Urgasburg?"<br/><br/><em>Surely Aunt Elsi won't follow me all the way to that blighted city just to drag me home to be wed to that decrepit old...  <br/><br/>   Heh.  Okay, she might.  Elsi is alost as stubborn as I am.  It's three years since I left home, and she's still hounding me.  I'm sure that was one of her rangers just now.  What's his name, Herod?  At the very least Elsi won't be able to persuade many of her henchmen to take this trip after me!  As soon as this wierd problem with the Moon blows over I'll spend a few years catching my breath and catching up with my studdies.  Old Lord Marnalow will find a more interesting virgin to take for his second wife by then.  I'll be able to see the world unmolested.  <br/><br/>   Gods, mother!  Don't you think engaging me to that decrepit dome is a bit of an overreaction?  i was just stealing a little jewelry!  Mishka had it coming for being such a bitch to her maid!</em><br/><br/>The elf girl's eyes came to rest on Samual Lyka, who seemed to share her affection for a one especialy delightful goddess.  This was a<em>man</em>too.  Too mature to be called a boy but still young and vital, not like Lord Marnalow--who ever heard of an<em>elf</em>with<em>wrinkles</em>?<br/><br/>She hopped up on the driver's seat beside him.  "My name is Talia.  may i have the pleasure of your aquintance?<br/><br/>"Oh, and I heard that the road ahead will get frightfully dark in places?  I have a number of arcane light sources we could use in that event.  We don't want the horses to break an..."  Talia trailed off.  Her eyes went wide, and she swallowed for a moment, "Ankle?  Well...  Maybe have the stories about Urgasburg are true after all..."  She gave a nervous smile.<br/><br/>Talia's pink hair showed a rich sanguine purple in the blood red moonlight.  She was a svelte girl, a little tall for a girl, but could look the typical man in the eye.  Talia wasn't very muscular, truth be told.  She had a nice fencer's tone and a big, gorgeous bosom.  She glanced around at those with whom she might share her journey, offering 'good evening's all around.<br/>