Laeonathan

IHEIUH TOOK A DEEP BREATH, BEFORE SHOUTING BACK "I SAID HAENSER FOR THE PAST 300 YEARS. THAT FINE?"

"Haeseni? Haenseroite? Hanseti-Ruskan? Haenser? Haesi? Haensi? Hay? Hi?" Asked an elf on the descend to madness. "What is the correct term! They ought to decide one thing!"

Why are you a chicken?

"Is it... that tragic, that in a place claiming renown for the voidal arts, children of their leadership cannot find a teacher?" Raziel chuckled "Such a tragedy... maybe I should invite them to visit Celia'nor, so they may find a proper tutor? Hmmm... Thriceblood?" The high elf grimaced, clearly disgusted by the implications of the name.

"ay'Celia'nor, ay'Illthrak!" Exclaimed Raziel Amethil!

Sitting at his not-so-humble winery, Raziel eats popcorn. "Damn, Cresence. They really attacked your marriage, there. That's tragic." As he opens a bottle of wine, he turns to his daughter. "Such is the folly of the Democracts: They elect one competent leader. But they do not let not him select the next, no! They let the crowd appoint another, as if a mage knows, how to rule. Or as if a fisherman knows. And so, you get fools in power. And they bicker amongst one another... endlessly..."

"Aiyeis guild's on top I heard!" Exclaimed a certain friend of Aiyeis by the name of Raziel.

A Gobbo-Engineer who had not been sighted since the days of Arcas is tempted to join the fun.

The elf spoke through in his cellar, "Unity...? Does her kindred not stand behind the Dralguna? It appears, most of the devils already want her head. It was her scum, that brought them into this situation, no?" Raziel hummed, pondering for a moment.

"So... ummm- now you have... oh am I even going to question it? No? Maybe. Probably not." Decided an old elven Vintner by the name of Iheiuh.

Eredain Glennmaer considers showing up.