Dorian glowered at her, his beautiful face illuminated by the candlelight.
“For Valar’s sake, I did not ask for a nurse, and I shall not have one.” His dark eyes flashed warningly
“Now leave me in peace before I make you…”

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"I am looking for a man." she stated clearly "I belive he was injured, and made his way here. Do you have knowlege of his whereabouts?" Her tone of voice betrayed nothing about her standing point of him.
The counselors looked at each other, such lack of respect was rare now-a-days.
"His name was Dorian." the elf continiued, playing with the hilts of her twin knives.
Finaly the guards caught up "We are sorry sires, she-we-It wont happen again."
The tallest of the guards made to grab her wrist, she made no attempt to move.
"Wait!" one of the counsilors(sp) cried.
Rhan smiled a a perfect smirk.
"Dorian you say? Dorian Mith?"
"The very same." her voice was calm, enchanting and melidieous((gosh, I'm such an ace at spelling today...))
"Thank you, you may go." the man continiued, waving the guards away.
"Lord-!"
"Thank you."he said, firmer.


((Seral, if you like, Rhan can be the one Dorian had a scuffel with^^))

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((Good one^^ just so you know, Dorian's a vampire^^))

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((Nice twist^-^))

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Lenne looked to the ground and then looked back up to Dorian, a bit sad. "As you wish, sir." She bowed slightly and then slowly walked towards the door.

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Siggy set made by the amazing Lembas!

Rhan headed towards the hospital wing, the cousilor hurrying behind her. She opend the door, and stopped, face to face with another elf. Smartly she sidestepped, and headed towards one of the beds.

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could i join? considering that u only have a couple of people posting...

fine by me... What dcha think gang? *looooooooooooooool*

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i'll just wait and see if its ok with Seral.

((Ah, yes, all join^^ *dances* iv been off for a while, comp probs, but im back^^))
He glowered at her, his eyes glowing a stange crimson
"just let me be... I shall be fine..."
taking a deep breath he fell back onto the bed.

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"Dorian." she said his name as if it was a curse "Dorian , how lovely to see you again so soon. You look 'so' well."

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His dark eyes seemed to glow crimson
"You..." his voice was cold "Why are you here?"
Something stirred in his beautiful face, something bitter.

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"Me sire? I just popped in to see if you were dead yet."Her own beautifull elvish features grew even more so by the smirk that crossed her lips. She tucked raven black tresses behind her pointed ear, that had escaped from the warrior plaits. "You ran off so suddenly, now, how's a lady supposed to feel about that? Anyhow, this is mylord Counsilor. Also concerned about you- But in a slightly differant way I gather."

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Dorian arched a thin eyebrow
"really? Well thank you for your concern... Lady, although i do not know how you call yourself that..." his dark eyes filled with a gloating pleasure at mocking her.

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{ Late posting, I know. ^_^; Silly Shadow. -pokes self- I might use Kael for a bit actually -grins- }

With a clatter that shook the inn, the front door was flung open. Heavy boots sounded on the wooden slats before the figure made his way up to the desk, gentilly ringing the bell with something of an ironic smirk playing across his lips.

"Oh, can't one get service around here?" he calls up the stairs rudely before throwing back a fringe of black hair.
"Come out, come out wherever you are?" he ends up calling up the stairs in something of a cooing tone, piercing through to Dorian's room in a voice that he most definitely recognises...

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Dorian's eyes opened wide at the sound of Kael's voice, his body trembling
"Kael?" he looked around swiftly.

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