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[inafadingcrown]

[The video feed flips on, focusing (after a few seconds of jostling around) on Galadriel, sitting on the steps of the Initiative Hold, her sheathed sword beside her. Having just finished training, she’s attired appropriately, wearing a simple dress and with her hair braided and wound about her head- displaying those pointed ears quite prominently for those who might have missed them before.]

I grow weary of the constant grey here. It is overlong since I have heard a running stream or seen the sunlight filtered through the forest canopy.

Tell me, those of you who have journeyed outside this city: does greenery yet remain in this world? It would do my heart well even to hear of it.

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[bloodyantivan]

No, I imagine not. Though it wouldn't be the first time I turned up somewhere unexpectedly and wound up doing someone else's work of violence. [Yes, he just joked about being forced to fight like it happened all the time... well, because it does.] Lady Cousland is the finest fighter I've known, and I've known many. But I have to wonder why the Initiative called on someone such as you. Perhaps they were lonely and wanted to look upon some particularly elegant beauty...?

[inafadingcrown]

[She laughs. Oh, if only he knew- she's probably one of the msot powerful people in her world.] Do not underestimate me, my friend; it is a dangerous mistake.

[She places her sword in her lap, in partial demonstration.] I am not so skilled as the Lady Cousland, but I have not wholly forgotten the use of a blade. And there are weapons more subtle and perilous than steel.

[Which are what truly make her dangerous.]

[bloodyantivan]

[Zevran admires the sword, and completely believes her. He's never been so stupid as to assume he can ever know any person, least of all a woman, simply by appearances.]

I see. I do so love dangerous beauty. It's particular flattering on a woman.

I do know a fair thing about some of the more perilous weapons: poisons, knots, smiles. A good assassin keeps a wide array of stock.

[inafadingcrown]

An assassin, are you? [Something about that seems to strike her as funny.] Somehow, I imagined that, if ever I should meet one, we would not speak so pleasantly.

[bloodyantivan]

You might be surprised. My line of work rather depends on that - what did you call it? - silver tongue.

But I'd hardly introduce myself if you were my mark. [A pause.] Or perhaps I would, to get your guard down. It always saddens me to kill a beautiful woman, though. It does so ruin whatever rapport I may have had with her.

Aside from the case of Elissa, who bested me and ever-so-graciously allowed me into her service instead.

[inafadingcrown]

[And her opinion of Elissa just went up even more. She respects a person who shows mercy when there is room for it.]

I do like to think I am much more charming alive than I would be dead.

[bloodyantivan]

I'm sure you are. [A grin.] Not everyone is, you know. I've definitely had conversations with people who were a lot easier to get along with as corpses.

[inafadingcrown]

[A chuckle] That would require a particularly ill-humored sort, would it not?