12-26-2013, 01:45 AM
Chardon didn't turn his head, instead looking down at the mead swirling in his glass. "I am a fan of Honeyside myself," he said, before turning to the other man. His large blue eyes shown as he looked at the elf. Magic seemed to course through the aged man's veins as he studied him up and down.
"Chardon," he stated, stretching out his hand, conjuring up a small breeze to go with it.
"Chardon," he stated, stretching out his hand, conjuring up a small breeze to go with it.