Anavren watches as Acea walks away to play her harp in a corner of the inn. Anavren shakes his head in disbelief at the responses he gets, and exhales sadly. He puts his head in his hands, thinking Why must everyone misinterpret my words, or focus on the most easily misconstrued parts of what I say? Either I'm speaking a totally alien language, or people just don't have a command of Common.

Anavren looks up from his misery, then begins again in hushed tones, "OK, let me reiterate, stealing would be a last ditch alternative. I'm also suggesting that if we took someone else's horses, either commandeering them or otherwise, that we heavily compensate the owners later. Can everyone keep that straight?" Anavren waits to see that the remaining party members can get their minds around the concept.

"Second, I understand how Duras and others could object to the idea. However, Rao is a god of REASON. Depending on how bad Rao wants his bishops cured, it is entirely REASONABLE, in a time of need, to take what you need in order to achieve a greater good, especially in light of an intention of righting the wrong at the earliest possible date. Besides, this whole debate is moot if we are given horses by a sympathizer. I don't understand why everyone is getting so upset over a recounting of our options."

OOP: Assuming Duras is at the table AND Duras has already relayed to us what he learned from the cleric of Rao from Veluna City, Anavren says the following:

IP: Anavren listens to Elscene's talk of tracking, then interjects, "You know more about tracking than I do Elscene, I'll defer to you in that department. So, in light of the information we have, it is unlikely that the party we detected this morning is the same that entered Velua City last night unless they had the appropriate magics. Also, those horses numbered six, and the cleric here said that the party he encountered numbered eight.

OOP: At the appearance of the tall elven woman if it happens.

IP: Anavren looks agape at the elven woman, yet the fact that she is overly tall for an elf, and that she sports the colorings of a sea elf gives Anavren pause. Anavren also knows that he is only of average looks, he knows he's no babe magnet. Why would some stranger kiss him? Something smells fishy about this even woman. ;) While Anavren begins to push himself out of his chair, he slumps back into his seat, wary of the whole incident.

Anavren clears his head, "What was that?!" Anavren looks to the party, bewildered, shruging. With that, Anavren does rise, and walks over to Acea. "Let me buy you a drink, Acea," Anavren says in a deadpan, his face drawn and hard, fully expecting the explosive elven woman to refuse. "Then you can tell me what makes you so afraid of horses."
Anavren is a tall high elf with typical black hair & green eyes. He stands 5' 5" tall & weighs about 133 lbs. Anavren is dressed in forest colors, studded leather armor, helmet and buckler. He is seldom without his mighty composite shortbow in hand!