12-26-2013, 06:56 AM
Chardon chuckled to himself and looked down into his glass again. "Hmmm... I have such an interest in ancient Atalian artifacts. My people's history goes back such a long way," he said, taking a sip of his drink.
He leaned in closer to this alluring elf. "No, the lovely group over there is my clan. Or rather, my wife's. Demavand bless her soul..." he scoffed, the disdain clear in his voice. The dead woman could rot, for all he cared. She was rotting now, anyway, so Chardon couldn't curse her name that way anymore.
He leaned in closer to this alluring elf. "No, the lovely group over there is my clan. Or rather, my wife's. Demavand bless her soul..." he scoffed, the disdain clear in his voice. The dead woman could rot, for all he cared. She was rotting now, anyway, so Chardon couldn't curse her name that way anymore.