[The Blood Elf's voice, to those that know him, is notably more sultry now, more feminized...and rather thin with stress as he finally deigns to speak.]

You know-

[And he pauses there, obviously thinking over his words and what precisely he wants to say, muttering to himself in a thoughtful manner. At last however, that big mouth wins out and the ( Read more... )

[The communicator's screen comes to life on purpose, for once it seems. Duibhín can be seen at the table, brushing out his hair carefully. One stroke, two, probably all the way to a hundred, if his normal vanity says anything. He's quiet, his attention elsewhere, eerily reminiscent of a night when he was kidnapped, but thankfully with the daylight ( Read more... )