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Fraso, as usual, begins to ramble in a rather amateurish attempt to sound diplomatic, but Culla cuts him off, saying: "Excellent idea, Ciric. They plan to depart in the morning. Can your representative be ready to travel by then? Yes? Wonderful, then, that's settled. And Maughus knows these hills quite well. I shall ask him to accompany them."

[OOC]I am pausing here in case anyone has anything more they wish to cover at the villa. Otherwise, it's back to the bungalow and a night's sleep before heading out tomorrow. [/OOC]

"I am the representative, and yes. I will be ready to travel by morning. What time do you plan to set out, Master Fraso?"
Liriodendra's voice is brisk and businesslike, not revealing any emotion.

"Yes, what time are we to head out?" Angel asks standing, and facing Fraso. "I want to be sure that we will all be ready for the morning.
Angel watches Liriodendra with a smile.

(ooc: Angel would like to call by the Tavern and say goodbye to Filaris and co. I can just say if in an Narrative if you like...)

((Good to go!))

Bastian is quite excited about having the rather attractive elf join the party, but he quickly realizes that the odd looking tribesman will be joining them as well. The Heathen gods tend to have a bit more hold over their followers, whether by force or performing miracles out of spite. The mention of his unwavering honesty makes Bastian a bit nervous as well.

Bastian follows Angel to say farewell to Captain Filaris. (Phil Harris perhaps? ) When he's out of earshot of the rest of his party, though he looks to Angel and says "So....the elf joins our party." When she doesn't reply right away he winks and says, "I've never been with an elf before!"

Angel looks as though she is going to scowl, then her face softens. "My mothers people are kind and considerate, and rather lithe." She actually nudges him, "Or so I am told." watching his face she stops, bends and then carries on walking.

Bastian stops in mid stride and just stares vacantly for a moment. "Are you.....are you trying to hook me up with your mom?"

((OOC: ))

"If that was an attempt at humor, it was a bad one. My mother is dead." Angel shrugs.

Daos, his attention back on things at hand, smirks ever so lightly, and shakes his head at the cleric. "Smooth, priest. Very smooth."

[OOC] Kinda waiting for Breila here. And has anyone seen Tempest?[/OOC]

[ooc] Huh? I was waiting for Fraso to give me a time for the meeting in the morning.

I had originally written on, telling that Liri would declare to be there on time and then leave the group to spend the night at the elven settlement. Then I remembered being scolded (not by Stik, admittedly) for not having waited for an answer, and cancelled that part of the post before sending it...

[Ooc: I trust Angel going to the tavern causes no problems?]

Bastian looks stricken for a moment. "Oh. I'm sorry." He's pensive only for a moment, though. "That's not really my thing, though Master Fraso......"

Angel says nothing to the response, looking instead to the young Elf for a moment. "You are out of your league there." She says, watching her with the others.

Realizing she was not going to get an answer from Fraso anytime soon, and seeing his companions? bodyguards? looking at her, Liriodendra leaves Fraso and the elves and steps over to Angel, Bastian and Daos.

"It seems that we will be travelling together from tomorrow on. Brother Bastian, why don't you introduce me to your comrades?"

Liriodendra looks at Angel and Daos in turn, with a friendly smile. She's not really beautiful, but the fact that her eyes and hair are exactly the same colour makes almost everyone look twice. Her voice is pleasant, with just a hint of an accent that reveals Lingua was not her first language.

Before Bastian can answer Angel slides the Longsword she carries into her scabbard and offers her hand, the long slim digits match her tall lithe form.

"Angel" She says simply, brushing a stray strand of dark blonde hair from her eyes, her hair is dry, yet looks like it has been wet recently.

"Sorry, I am Lena Galius, although everyone calls me Angel." She is dressed in a plain white blouse, with a simple pair of breeches, she carries herself with one accustomed to wearing Armor.

"This is Daos, a friend of Master Fraso. Bastian you know, your countyman Elias is in the corner, we have another member 'Papa' but he is absent." She stays relaxed, glancing at Fraso. "Be ready just after daybreak, we will leave shortly afterwards, I presume."

Angel stands with the comportment of a soldier, one used to giving orders.