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He was admitted into the tent by the androgynous-looking harpy. He was amazed, even at this close proximity he was unable to tell the gender. Then again, Kisikoni was very unfamiliar with the differences between a male and female harpy. "Thank you." He said, as he entered the tent and took a seat on some free space. The harpy was very obviously older than Kisikoni, due to the way he held himself and his manner of speaking. When the Harpy, Alistair, introduced himself, Kisikoni decided solely on the name that the winged being was a male.

Taking the cup of tea, Kisikoni sniffed at it slightly. His heightened senses meant that the tea smelled rather strong. He remembered the acrid-tasting tea from earlier and nearly declined the offer, if the beverage currently offered to him didn't smell so appealing. "Thank you again, sir." He said. "I am Kisikoni Ayalen, Deep Human from Chochmingwu. I have only been with this legion for about a decade. I welcome you to our division."

The deep human was unsure on how to proceed with such a well-mannered acquaintance. Everything he said seemed to feel rude and brash compared to the styled prose of Alastair. "All of this is so much to take in." He commented. "From being the fortieth legion to the Black Guard of the army." He took a sip of the tea, and found it quite excellent- despite the fact that he used the boiling-water method of tea-making. He was more used to the tea-bag method, which was much cleaner but good bags are hard to come by.

Suddenly, an excited elf burst through the front of the tent, startling Kisikoni and nearly having him drop his cup. If the cup had been any fuller, or if Kisikoni would have taken less of a sip, the liquid would have spilled over. Looking closely, he realized it was the elvish girl from earlier- the one who he thought was rather innocent-looking. He silently agreed with Alastair. He had originally enlisted with the Paragon to fight and end the war so everybody could just go home and live a normal life. Now Kisikoni fought for the survival of his species. He rather envied the girl's bubbly attitude- very few people possessed it now, it was rather refreshing.

"Yes, please," Kisikoni concurred as the Elf looked rather ashamed, "This is excellent tea." He said enticingly. He turned back to Alastair. "It really is." He said, very seriously. The bar's tea was on par with the acid deep humans used to clean gems. He shuddered slightly as he remembered an idiot friend accepting a dare to drink some. Pride was something nobody should have too much of. Comparing the bar's tea with that seemed about right.