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<t>Alak listens to Lothir's rolling prose, and watches his conjurations, but the drow wizard's smile dies at the mention of Kossuth in so cavalier a fashion.<br/> <br/> He clears his throat, quietly, and stands carefully so as not to jostle the ladies near by.<br/> <br/> "I cede the field. Lady Nyss...

<t>A breath later, he continues with both word and hand, "My adversary-in-the-game makes notice that the blind are pitiably denied such beauty, but I see the error of such a thought, due to my love of flame. Like the heat from such a palpable element of our world, of all worlds, the beauty without a...

<t>Alak runs through a gentle river of changes in expression.<br/> <br/> As the ladies glance against him, lean upon him and touch or come near to touching him, he smiles - an almost visible example of a purr.<br/> <br/> As the newcomers approach that look hardens. It becomes only slightly cooler fo...

<t>"Between a Bard and a Wizard, the tongue is a fairer weapon with which to duel than a blade or a spell."<br/> <br/> He smirks.<br/> <br/> "If I were to demean you or Chalithra to the level of mere prizes, I would call it a fair end to a battle of this magnitude. At this point, I do not devalue yo...

<t>Alak lifts his hand with a pointed finger, his other arm drifting to pull aside his robe sleeve. The gesture says [i:t7xp9zno]I'm about to speak,[/i:t7xp9zno] but ends up only highlighting his open mouthed awe at Lothir, Chalithra, and Nyssa's flirting.<br/> <br/> He gives up, dropping both hands...

<t>"Gareth is it?" Alak smiles at the newcomer, and gestures to a waitress. "Please, good lady, a round...or two to catch up...for Gareth."<br/> <br/> He proffers up the coin, and winks at the passing serving lady. His small frame still distinctly fills his robes, giving the impression of an early b...

<t>"On the matter of the Quest in question, I'm in agreement. Spoils should be divided by either the priority of necessity - ensorcelled blades should go to those who can wield them best, scrolls to those who can read them, etc. - or absent necessity to the division of equality.<br/> <br/> Of course...

<t>Alak's eyes, red as hearth or forge fire, move back and forth between Lothir and Chalithra, moving in the interim to look at Nyssa.<br/> <br/> He lingers occasionally on Nyssa with expressions of amusement and appreciation for her form. It is tempered by a healthy respect for the large cat by her...

<t>To Lothir, the smile disappearing from his face....<br/> <br/> "Vengeance? My vengeance is for a fallen house that disobeyed the edicts of the Spider Queen. I never took their faith, but I also never had it in that....my words to give life to the thoughts that faith invokes in me are not to be he...

<t>Taking stock of the surroundings, Alak carefully places the plate he had been eating from gently down on a nearby table to the gathered.<br/> <br/> "Senger E'Terrin'dar, it is a pleasure to meet a noble, as always. Though it is strange to find one on the surface in light filled lands.<br/> <br/> ...

<t>Alak turns his head, slightly, to regard the strangely dressed lady. <br/> <br/> "Your manner of dress reminds me of the clockwork masters of Lantan. Some of them garb themselves in heavy leather aprons and the heaviest linens to protect themselves from the heat of their inventions. Still, others...

<t>Coins appear from his bag, and tinkle from his hand to the wooden bar. He mouths quietly to the bartender, "The next three rounds are on me."<br/> <br/> A mouth full of food, Alak's hands sweep up his plate, and he moves towards the gathered dark skinned elves and away from the bar. Though they s...

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<t>To the bold surface elf, Alak winks and replies, "Vendui, lu'z'ress d'chath tlu belbaunin dos. Though I imagine that you're as disinclined to hear the words of the Flamelord as He is to hear yours. It remains wise to take strength from whence it comes. Can I offer you a drink? I have a few coins ...

<t>The drow cut a strange figure, stepping into the Inn.<br/> <br/> It wasn't so much his race, despite being a small example of a Drow to begin with. It was rather his Wizardly robes, appearing for those who knew to be similar in nature to those of the Thayan thaumaturges. Sigils and symbols evocat...