Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170625033737/@comment-28358106-20170701164832

(S9/Lilrava) [Oh, I don't think you'll need to worry about that.]

They approach the side table that Melandil and Bale are sitting at. "Forgive us, your Majesty," Thomas says differentially to Bale, "We were hoping to have a word with my father."

Bale looks to Lilrava and raises a brow. "Some o' that Elfspeak, no doubt? Fine.  I'll take myself somewhere more practical." He grabs a leg of meat off the plate and his enormous beer stein and hops down, waddling off.

Thomas looks to Melandil. [Father, you remember Lilrava.]

He looks down with his grey eyes. [One of the ones who almost sabotaged the wedding? Indeed I do.]

[Her father was Elvedui Dimaethor Andgedhon.]

Melandil remains still for several moments, then leans back in his chair and looks away. [Elvedui Dimaethor Andgedhon...that is a name I have not heard in a long time. We were saddened to hear of his passing.] He looks back down. [Do I understand that he is the reason for your extraordinary skill?]