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Alistair hummed pleasantly to himself as he shuffled on bird-feet around the surprisingly spacious tent. There was a cot that the knew already would not accommodate his wingspan (and if you'd ever seen a harpy try to sleep on their stomach, you would understand why it was simply impossible), but that did not much bother him. There was a small washbasin as well, but what intrigued him most was the alchemist's hot-plate that stood in the center of the room. When activated, the thing was perfectly suitable for heating water, and the tent's occupant was suddenly quite pleased that he had thought to buy some elf-made tea last time he had the chance.

So it was with deliberate patience that he currently moved about, setting his supplies, few as they were, in order, and waiting for his water to come to a boil. A small jaunt outwards once again had yielded him a few cups; he hadn't the heart to protest that he needed but one. His trident, he had propped up against the far wall of the tent, and his unstrung bow and arrows occupied a corner.

Just as he was checking on the status of his water (it was coming to a pleasant boil), he heard the sound of someone approaching, followed by a knock and a polite question. Turning his head to one side in the manner of a much less humanoid feathered creature examining something, he drifted to the flap and opened it. Ah, a fellow legionnaire. "Certainly," the man replied amiably. "I was just making tea, would you care for some?" Stepping aside to allow the person- Deep Human, if he were to put a race to him- to enter, Alistair lowered himself gracefully to the floor and added some to two of the cups, filling them with hot water, and setting one across from him, and one in front, to let them steep.

"Ah, where are my manners?" he asked aloud. "My name is Alistair, and though I have been with the Legion for some time, I am, as you have surely guessed, rather new to this division. Might I inquire after you as well, friend?" His tone was pleasant, his face lent a certain degree of kindness by naught but the lack of any malicious intent.

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