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"I am Calarlyth..." Came the elf's responce. "Bladesinger." He shot a look at Lyulfe, "I'm just tagging along for the ride..." the elf smiled, "I can earn my keep, but I would rather pay for my passage - where are we headed, captain?" he offered the captain a small pouch. "I'm afraid there isn't much there, but - if a situation occurs where you need a blade, mine is yours." he looked up at Lyulfe with a slightly lopsided grin, "Unless you wish to hire me, Lord Lyulfe." His elven humour shouldn't be lost on Lyulfe; bladesingers didn't hire out. They did act as bodyguards and protectors, upon occasion, however. Cal's dragonet chirpped, and looked around, surveying the ship. In mindspeech, it spoke to it's master "Why are we staying on this ship, master?" it wringled its nose. "It stinks of humans! That one called Skye was pretty though... you should speak with her later." The little dragonet giggled wickedly, leaving an all too stunned Calarlyth speechless. That was the last thing on his mind, although, he admited privately, Skye did look pretty enough, not that he was interested though. Not at all. Trust Aryxon to make cheeky comments. The small dragonet chuckled to himself, and chirped in mindspeech "You two would make a cute couple..." Cal's face turned crimson with embaressment at this last remark, and without realising it, he yelled aloud, "ARYXON! WILL YOU SHUT YOUR SNOUT?!" the elf's sudden outburst woudl attract attention, and Cal coughed politely. "Uh, just a discussion with my familiar... about... certain issues. He is still young... and doesn't know what is proper yet..." the elf flicked the dragonet's nose, though not unkindly, more of a reprimand, and shot a guitly look at Lyulfe. No one else would witness the exchange.
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