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"Mate, that ain't a curse, that's a blessing. If I could survive on nothing but ale I'd do it. So, for the purposes of answering yer question I pick the former."

"Blimey, whenever blokes bring up food I canna help but think 'bout stuff I eat on dungeon crawls. How 'bout ye mate? Ever eaten dragon meat before?"

No,I'm a vegetarian Question-day or night

To be honest, I prefer the night more than anything else. It gives me the sweet release of sleep, and really, the night is just simply beautiful.

Romance or adventure?

I'm not into romance that much....I prefer adventure. Question-war or peace

'Peace! Always peace.' She tilted her head curiously 'Somewhere you want to runaway to? To never return?'

The Coporal lights a cigarette, and takes a few puffs. "Maybe a time before Calaban? No demons in my mind, comrades alive, no intimidating nickname. I would not run away to somewhere. No I won't run from my problems. I simply want to return to a time where things were better." He says and buds the rest of the cig in an ashtray.

"Do you have any demons of the mind? Where did the come from?" He asks, then turns to dust, completely vanishing, in the barren gray land of nothing.

Síla stares in both amazement and bewilderment as the man in uniform disintegrated. "Yes,... I hear them every day," she murmurs. "They spawned the moment I first shifted. From there, the built-up tension from years of my power being dormant released them, those chattering deamhain."

Looking up suddenly, her voice stronger, Síla asks, "If you could completely change your identity, would you?"

"If I could escape my destiny as well in the process, gods, yes."

"Do you play an instrument during the times you are not going on adventures?"

"No. I've never learned to play any instruments and don't know a lot of people I can ask to teach me anything. It'd be nice, but there's no rush for it either.

What's your favorite thing to read about?"

The prince gives a genuine smile for once, regally taking a seat on a bench in the garden in which he currently resides. Despite his surroundings he makes the act seem as if he is placing himself on a throne, judging by the rigidity of his posture. "Magic, in all its' subjects. From the eight elements it is composed of, the latest enchantments, and the history of how we developed the spells we have today."

"Do you feel like you consistently know more, or less, than the people around you?"

The princess sighed, twisting the stem of the lily in her fingers. "I feel as though I constantly know less. I have a feeling that my uncle keeps me in the dark about many things. I have confronted him about it before, but he just said I didnt need to worry about it."

She turned to the next person, handing them the lily. "What is your favorite flower? Mine are lillies."

He turns a charming smile on the princess, taking the lilly, waving his fingers over it. A dance of sparkling light of multiple colors swirls around it, changing its form into a much different flower before fading away entirely. "An intriguing and refreshingly honest answer. Not to mention coming from a radiant beauty such as yourself. To answer your question, I prefer roses." He holds the transformed flower back out to the princess, the red petals perfectly formed, even glittering slightly as if covered in a light dew.

"They are full of beauty, but one must always be wary of their thorns."

He chuckled, making another gesture, running his fingers down the stem as if smoothing out wrinkles, the thorns vanishing, before flirtatiously tucking it into her hair. "What do you believe is the worst crime one of noble blood can commit?"

“The worst crime? That they forget who they serve.” The Gaelic lilt was somber. “Nobility es a privilege, et esn’ a right. They have t’ hold themselves t’ a higher standard, b’cause they have power t’ help people. The biggest crime someone o’ noble blood can commit es forget they have t’ set an example, that they should use their power an’ rank for the benefit o’ others. Nae themselves.”

With arms crossed over flat chest, the elf then spoke anew. “Es et bettah t’ ask permission or forgiveness when ye see an' injustice that needs fixin’?”

"I don't see much injustice on my castle," She pulled herself away from the shadows, fixing her cloak to where sunlight couldn't reach her paper-white skin. "But, when I do, I punish them, then ask for the gods forgiveness."

She closed her ruby eyes, thinking. "If you were cursed just as I was, would you seek a cure or suffer for eternity?"

"WELL, If I got eternity to suffer, then I will also have eternity to search. I will search for a solution for my problem"

"Now tell. What is your darkest most depressing memory, and what did it teach you? And I want details, not just 'My bro died'. Gory details is liked"

"Ah think ye should get t' know someone b'fore askin' about things like that. Ye aren' entitled t' memories, ye know. Especialleh a strangers."

"A stranger presents ye with the egg o' an unknown creature. Et might be sentient, et might be deadly. What do ye do with et?"

"Keep it, of course." The girl replied. "Everyone deserves a chance at life."

"What is your opinion on music?"

"Music is an admirable form of entertainment, and an excellent way for the artistically inclined to express themselves. Plus, it's nice to listen to in the background, when you're having to meet with all sorts of delegates and petitioners--it can help keep people (including my father and myself) calm, and relaxed, which is preferred when handling affairs of state."

"What kinds of physical activities do you enjoy, and why?"

"Nothing beats a good jog; I enjoy it for both the scenery on various planets and getting to listen to music. A great combination.

I'm sure there's been a lot of 'what would you do' questions. I want to mix it up. What wouldn't you do, regardless of the money offered?"

"I would not kill my family or compromise the well-being of my father's empire, no matter what gains anyone could possibly provide me."

He starts drawing some glittering letters in the air, though they seem to be random, and disperse a moment later with no ill effects on anyone. "What's something you have always wanted to do but never got around to?"