Calaethis muttered darkly to his cousin as they departed.. "Those arrogent bastards, why do you stand for it cousin?" Theres a dark glint in his eyes as he speaks softly, "Cousin, I don't suppose you could find me a longsword someplace? 'thinks he knows the dance but doesn't' bah." Calaethis swears under his breath, breathing vile oaths at the drow. "Alliene," he asked her seriously, "If there
is a fight, tell me, would I be in your way?" he looked into her eyes, with genuine concern showing, "I wouldn't want to hinder you... but I
can wield a blade... as well as any of these humans here..." he shrugged "I know that I'm not as skilled as you...yet, or perhaps these other drow.. but..." he eyes took on a savage light... "I would like to see them repeat those things with my blade in their gut, after I've pierced them though their lung..." Calaethis sighed and shook his head. By now they had reached their room. Calaethis looked around and slightly embarressed offer his cousin the bed, while he'd sleep on the floor. Then he embraced her and wished her a goodnight - what was left of it anyway. He waited for her to speak.
***OOC, Dameon, do you have to be
quite so insulting about Cal's swordsmanship each time? heh, in bg terms he'd have ++ proficency in longswords, which isnt bad considering hes a ranger... so, if you could tone it down, just a little please? [img]tongue.gif[/img] lol, I don't mind your "drow" saying that tho... still...
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