Friend? (Creil Bevier)

[Cellina]

Cellina had come back to the human city many times before, but she had never walked around and bought anything from the City Square.

She walked around and bought a few things from surprised shop-keepers. As if they have never seen an elf before..., she thought as she waved good-bye to one friendly shop-keeper.

She then remebered meeting the men in the taveron one night. She smiled at the memorey and wondered if he was around.

[Creil Bevier]

"I beg thy pardon good sir?" A deep, thick voice boomed from behind one of the stalls.
"Ah, um. . ." A nother, wavering voice faltered.
"Bite thy tongue knave! Thine head is not so keenly attatched to afford the leisure to comment as such about the mannerisms of mine friends." The great voice replied. There was a loud thud and a richly garbed merchant reeled out from behind the stall, his face blooded and his nose askew. He slipped, and colapsed. his eyes glazed and he lay there twitching in a puddle.
Creil walked out from behind the stall, wiping his bloody gaintlet with a cloth. He looked over to Cellina and winked, grinning wickedly.

[Cellina]

Cellina saw Creil winking at her with a wicked grin. She laughed slightly and walked up to him.

"What trouble art thou starting now, Creil Bevier?" she questioned looking at the unconsious guy in the mud. She looked back at Creil, reading his expressions, and setting her hands on her hips.

[Creil Bevier]

Creil gasped in mock surprise, "Me?" He demanded in jest, "Me?" He shook his head, "Dear lady, I am the very soul of courtesy." He declared, "However, the knave whom doth at present, grace the gutter with his presence, didst refer to thee in a manner unfit for thine ears." He declared, smiling at his feat of eloquence.

[Cellina]

Cellia stepped forwards and raise his head, by his chin, with her hand. She dropped her hand and smiled. "I have heardth much worse then you can beggan." she stated, nodding slightly and stepped back a bit more. "Come! For you look tired. Let's go have a meal at a cafe around here..." she smiled, kiddishly, and looked around.

[Creil Bevier]

Creil beamed all pearly white and laughed, noticing how his dialect rubbed off on everyone around him after they started to get to know him. "Thy thought hath merit, methinks." Creil smiled, "Lead on, dear Lady."

[Cellina]

She smiled at him, grabbed his arm, and led the way. She walked down a short road and came to a small inn that had a cafe inside. She sat down and smiled. "There. Sit here!" she let go of him and pushed out a chair with her foot for him to sit on.

[Creil Bevier]

Creil smiled as she directed him to a seat, and obediently sat, grinning inanely, "Thou art in an interesting mood this day." creil said, removing his helmet and raising a quizzical eyebrow. "Art thou on a conquest of sorts?" He laughed.

[Cellina]

"Thou art in an interesting mood this day." creil said, removing his helmet and raising a quizzical eyebrow. "Art thou on a conquest of sorts?" He laughed.

Cellina smiled. "Just a tad bit happy... no special quests i am afraid. Nothing nearly exciting as a Paladin would go on." she smiled. And indeed she was. She was helping someone discover their family and she was happy she could help.

She looked at his bright blue eyes and his short blonde hair. She laughed, looking still at his hair. "With all do respects, you have horrible helmet hair, my lord!" she smiled.

[Creil Bevier]

Creil laughed, his hands moving up to tussle and the straighten his blonde curls, "Mine thanks," He glared mockingly, "Thou art pert," He accused, "Wouldst ye care to try mine helm?" He offered, knowing the devastation it would cause to her own hair. . .

[Cellina]

Mine thanks," He glared mockingly, "Thou art pert," He accused, "Wouldst ye care to try mine helm?" He offered, knowing the devastation it would cause to her own hair. . .

... to frizz.

She smiled mockingly and shook her head yes. She then remembered the long and delicate ears that were her own. "Oh... if it won't bend my ears!" she laughed and took it from his out-streatched hands and smiled at him.

She set the helm on her lap and tied her hair in a low ponytail, and one that kept her ears tammed. She picked up the helmet and slid it on. She laughed. "I must look like a complete loon!" she stated he head wobbling. "There art heavy! How do you keep your head steady?" she held her head on either side, to keep it upright.

She laughed again.

[Creil Bevier]

Creil burst into unrestrained laughter, and almost collapsed crying with mirth on the table in front of him. Eventually, he regaineg his composure, "If i wert thou, i wouldst refrain from purchasing tailored steel hats, lady." He chuckled, wiping his eyes.
Not only did the helmet look so out of place, and did not fit her correctly, but the swaying and bobbing made her look almost comical. Finally, Creil stopped laughing and offered his hands, "Art thou done, my Lady? I wouldst not wish to cause offence, but thou art not suited in slight to mine helm." He beamed all pearly white in her direction.

[Cellina]

Cellina watched the young gentleman roll around in laughter, with a smiled. She took his advise and removed the helm. Handing it to him, she quickly pulled her hair into the normal bun that she kept it in. Her light lilac hair agreed to it's new position and stayed.

She smiled at the gentleman once more and laughed slightly. Her expression changed and she studied the handsome Paladin for a moment.

"Why do you always were your armour?" she asked after a minute.

[Creil Bevier]

Creil raised a quizzical eyebrow, "Lady, I am a Paladin Knight and needs be, must be e'er ready to confront evil where it doth rear it's ugly head." Creil paused, "I do not however, war mine armour all the time." He declared, "I doth not sleep in it." He smiled inanely.

[Cellina]

She laughed, "I would hope not!" she smiled back, "You'd be quite rusty to get out of bed, and I think the extra weight would ruin your bed." she smiled and looked as a waitress came up.

"Just some water for us to start thanks." she turned back to him.