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[No video, not yet. Too incoherently angry, and it's clear in his voice.]

I don't know whose idea of a fucking joke this is, but thanks for pulling me out of a gladiatorial death match so I can fight in some foreign war. I'm sure Mogré-Ür will think this is a hoot when I get back. If I get back.

[he feigns an apologetic voice] Sorry, sorcerer sir. The kid died or got turned in a Troll WMD because some fairies needed me in another dimension for a while. You know how it is.

[a pause and some unintelligible grumbling]

Crow, this blows. I was just starting to like that kid, too...

So, I hope whoever's listening is paying a pretty penny for this inconvenience. I don't do this stuff for free. Never have and never will.

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[That was a much more thorough story than he was expecting. He'd have been fine with simply being told to "piss off", but the more the gryphon talks, the longer Lusiphur gets to watch her and try to figure her out. Crow, he wishes Jace were here to see this.

...although now he has a little better understanding of all those assholes who had never seen an Elf before. His face twists into a frown, which he plays off as part of the answer to her question.]

Nothing much to my story either. Just an elf who's down on his luck. Plucked out of his dimension while in the middle of doing a job for a powerful sorcerer. I'm sure my employer's going to be really happy once he finds that out. That's the kind of thing that gets people killed.

[Zhaneel has grown increasingly used to such scrutiny since arriving in the Drabwurld; there are not large numbers of her kith and kin out and about, so she's become the subject of much curiosity.

While she speaks, she in turn studies Lusiphur. He is an elf, though he appears different than any of the others she has already met. Of more than that she refuses to yet make any presumptions, knowing not even his name thus far.

She makes a sound low in her throat, ears flicking back.]

Unfortunately, the Monarchs here do not seem to have any care for the details of our departures or what we've left behind in our worlds... their concern lies within their our world and people. [She shakes her head slightly, tail tip flicking back and forth like an agitated cat.] We are a means to an end... Always a means to an end. [Urtho had used her kind for his own means; why should it surprise her that it would happen here as well?

Her ear tufts flick forward again and she thrums low in her chest.]

Fortunate to be away from him and yet not so... [She raises a feathered brow slightly, feathers rustling as she adjusts her wings.] Is it something you would be sought for repayment here should your sorcerer arrive?

[scoff] If Mogre'Ur arrives here, I'd be more worried about what he'll do to the High-Kings and Queens. I would not want to be standing in his way. Or even on the same side of the continent thankyouverymuch.

[Lusiphur will never admit that he's worried about what will happen to the kid they were supposed to be ~~babysitting~~ bodyguarding. His expression just gets more annoyed rather than upset. There's nothing to repay if the kid wound up dead.]

So you got a name? [if she just answers "yes", Lusiphur thinks he may have to reconsider this conversation]

[The pair had quite a bit to talk about if it ever came up... Zhaneel was slowly building up an army of abandoned/orphaned and otherwise just 'in need' children to keep an eye on.

Her ears pin back and she grinds her beak lightly at the similarities.]

Your Mogre'Ur sounds like a Mage named Ma'ar from my own world. [She makes no attempt to hide the change in her tone. To not show fear before Ma'ar was idiotic at best and a death sentence at worst. She had seen the remains of gryphon's he and his men had captured and tortured for both information and for the pleasure of sending back personalized messages. Yes, Ma'ar scared her.] I would not wish him upon any I've ever crossed or have yet to.

[A change in subject is not something Zhaneel argues, nor acts coyly about. She nods her beak once, shaking tension from her shoulders before resettling her wings again.]

I am Zhaneel. [She inclines her head in greeting.] Well met...?

Crow, I'd really enjoy pointing big bad wizard daddy at the monarchy if I thought for a second it would do a damn bit of good more than just some really impressive carnage.

[Lusiphur is still scared of the power that the sorcerer possessed, though not nearly as much once they were on more-or-less the same side] But, as a rule, I didn't trust 'em. Wizards, sorcerers, mages, the whole lot of them. The fact that I was working for one was merely a bid to keep myself breathing. And it worked.

[What would make this whole thing a little more tolerable would be a cigarette. But when Lusiphur pats himself down, he comes up with nothing. He's going to have to find a way to remedy this and pronto.]

I don't get this whole "well met" thing. The circumstances to us being here pretty much eats crow, and there's nothing "well" about it.

[and no Jace around to force him to be polite] But yeah, okay. My name's Lusiphur.

[There was a time when Zhaneel might have argued about the 'good' sides of magic users, but she wasn't as naive as she'd been even a few months ago. There were those that she trusted that were adept at magic, and she was learning it herself in order to protect and defend her friends, but there were many that would abuse the gifts at first chance.]

We all must do what we must do to survive, and many times what we must do isn't what we'd like to be doing. There are times when it's best to align oneself with those of a nature unlike our own, because it is what will bring us waking into the new day... [Again, a small shrug of her shoulders and wings.] I can only do small magics, especially when compared to many others here in the Drabwurld, and my abilities are almost comical in comparison.

[She then arches a brow again, but rather than taking any offense she chortles softly in amusement and inclines her head in acknowledgment.]

I'll grant you that mayhap it is not the best of circumstances, but it could certainly be worse, hmm? [You could have arrived in the middle of a fire fight instead of a feast, Luse.

As he gives his name, she nods again.] Lusiphur. [A curious tilt of her head, then.] And which Court sought you out, Lusiphur? [She had her guess, but she'd let him affirm or deny at his pleasure.]

[In his own world, Elves are one of the Fay races, and Lusiphur had been called a fairy more times in his young life than he could count... but crow he hates real fairies for exactly this reason. Fucking fairies and their sneaky political bullshit. They're worse than the High Elves on the Steps.

To all of this, he just sort of grumbles discontentedly, armed crossed over his chest. He really hates having to play at their game, but once he figures it out, he's going to be the best at it.]

The Unseelie requested the honor of my company with what felt like a bat the back of the head.

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