Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170704201937/@comment-28358106-20170709062213

(S9) Delicately using the tips of her claws, Tirush picks up some sliced meat from a nearby tray and, giving it a sniff before setting it down with a wrinkled nose. "Ugh...cured. So much good meat is cured.  Ruined, with flavors unnatural.  Too salty..." She picks up another piece of steak from another tray and, giving it the same sniff, downs it much like Leontyne would. Wiping her mouth, she looks over to Baku, brow raised.

"Questions? Ask, then.  I will answer as best I can."

"Is that so? Well, th' love of all things fragile runs in all Elf blood, I suppose," Bale says with good humor. "Great minds, and what have ye. A weird thing for a race so long-lived.  Ye'd think they'd focus on things what was more permanent."

"Such as...rocks? And gold?  And rocks with gold in them?" Melandil says, not breaking a smile.

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Aurum and Lucida pause, looks of apprehension on their faces. They look at each other, then back.

"Er, if you say so. I...suppose that makes sense.  Though, if you're worried, don't be.  She won't hurt you, I promise,"  Lu says.

"She speaks the truth. Are you sure you want us to be there as well?  An audience might prove more embarrassing for you." Aurum folds her hands and walks closer.