Vael Turns to face Serion, unfazed by the sword.

"Um, my I ask who you are, and why you are sticking this", he thumps the sword with his index finger, "into my back? I was simply asking this gentleman a question. There is no need to be rude."

Vael stares into Serion's eyes, and mumbles a bit under his breath.

[OOC: AGM Navin. Since I have a very rude greeting, I am assuming that this person may be hostle. The mumbling under my breath is for the mage armor spell, as a precautionary measure.]
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Before you stands an elf. Tall for his species, but just as lithe as normal. His blond hair is cut short and shaggy. His golden eyes swim with silver flecks and are set above a hawklike nose.