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The woman's satisfaction with Arumi's response was almost surprising. He had anticipated further questions, demands for more details, the altitude and trajectory of his flight.... these all seemed like things that would be important to her. Arumi shifted his stance subconsciously, sliding one...

"No?!" Arumi retorted, nostrils flaring, his expression incredulous. Nobody denied him! Even that wretched drunk girl had bought him a meal as recompense for attempting to pickpocket him. T'suris thought he could just turn his back on Arumi and walk away, as if the Avariel wasn't worth the time...

The words of Arumi's final opponent had reverberated in his ears, feeding his shame and fueling his anger as he had laid in the sand and tried to remain still for the mages. "You have a great many advantages. You should have used them. You would have won." The mage healers did their work in...

How far had he flown? It was impossible to say. He had flown until his wings could no longer carry him, rested, and then flown further still. He had flown until it felt as though history was no longer relevant, because time was meaningless over such great distances. Great bodies of water had...

Furs or a thick coat were excellent attire for this location. Unfortunately, Arumi had not been prepared for arrival at his previously-unknown destination. The woman's question came without any superfluous chatter; something he could appreciate. Ah, so she wanted something. The winged elf...

Arumi nodded once with the slightest tip of his brow, acknowledging the woman's acceptance of his meager request. Threaten first, ask questions later. His wounded soul understood that form, but experience had taught him when to pick and choose the order of interaction. He got the sense this...

Barely? That was barely an answer. Arumi's brow creased in discomfort at the strange grin on the woman's face. He couldn't fathom what might be amusing to her. The unknowns concerned him greatly - was the east some hostile land? Or just empty? Or was it full of warring nomadic tribes that did...

Arumi rolled his eyes as Faelyn referred to him as 'dear'. As if they were close. Yes, he decided, this had been a very poor decision, following her here. The only good thing coming out of this ill-advised meeting was a meal, and that was mediocre at best. He spooned the stew into his mouth in a...

Arumi screamed. The blades sliced straight through the meat of his wings, through cartilage and feather, piercing out the other side to dip into the sand, wet with fresh blood. The flames of Arumi's body dispelled in a rush of upward air as his concentration was shattered. He screamed, eyes...

Fleeting triumph filled Arumi as his fingers wrapped around T'suris's wrist and neck. He inhaled the strange smell of roasting scales combined with charring flesh. The elf's claws were extended, but the chance wasn't had to dig them into the scorching meat of his opponent. He had anticipated...

He could speak and he was fast. The spear and trident clashed, Arumi's stance wide and his muscles taut as he tried to find an advantage. He noted the flickered gaze of T'suris's dark eyes to the dancing fire, and thought he saw discomfort there. Arumi struggled for a moment, trying to twist...

The trident came to an abrupt stop in Arumi's hands as he caught sight of T'suris approaching him. His opponent appeared to be stepping with some level of caution; judging by the amount of blood on his arms and the angry red scar on his shoulder, his last fight had not gone well. Arumi openly...

The winged elf turned to the announcer as he heard his name called, his next match proclaimed. Flameblade? Something about that title stirred up a memory, but Arumi couldn't place it. Something, someone, with a similar name, from a long time ago... He pushed it aside, not needing the...

Arumi leaned away from Faelyn in disgust as beer splattered him from her soiled clothing. He wiped a hand down his cheek, nose scrunched. Great. Now he would smell almost as bad as she did. "Ugh..." The winged elf almost snatched the towel from the barkeep for his own use, but the man had...

My lot? He scowled at Faelyn. She knew nothing of him, or his 'lot'. He got the feeling she knew very little of men in general. She winked and cocked her hip and flirted, but it was all pageantry. And really, what kind of man would be interested in someone so.... green? His scowl was replaced...