The office was quiet as the mage finished writing the text and passed it across to the messenger. His mouth moved in a sneer as he caught yet another glimpse of the messenger's pale skin and he relinquished the message with a snarl after brushing the creature's finger-tip. "Keep your hands away." Aonar'sorn growled, quickly wiping his 'tainted' finger on the desk before sitting back in his chair.
The other occupant of the room sighed and the movement gave the fainest tinkling of metal from his cloaked features- that of many tiny metal piercings touching ever-so-lightly. "Is that all, then?"
"No." Aonar'sorn frowned, loathe to even speak to the Eladrin. "You should be meeting the captain of the transport vessel soon enough- he is to take you across the sea- to the harbor where you are to deliver the message. I don't need to explain its importance, do I?" Aonar'sorn's dark eyes caught the Eladrin's gaze- daring to hold the deep amethyst orbs for a moment- before the Eladrin looked away. Just as well or they might have started a fight. Drow and creatures of the Feywild did not get on well together.
Tyrith looked away first and stood. "Then where do I meet him?"
"Here. He seems to be running late." The Drow gave a small sneer, enjoying the discomfort this would hopefully cause the Eladrin.
Tyrith smiled pleasantly and sat back to wait. He was a patient creature.
