Snippet #1717880

Elec walked out of a bakery after buying some freshly made croissants only to find people staring at someone. Elec allowed his gaze to follow where everyone was looking to find a woman of foreign orient and a magical feeling about her. "Well hello there, not quite common to see someone dressed such as yourself in these parts. Although it must be quite comfortable compared to being covered in clothes that will only make you sweat out of the things you put on this morning." Elec said as he walked up to the female djinn with a slight smile on his face. The corvan highly doubted that the woman would recognize Elec as one from noble decent, but you never know among those with magic within them. "My name is Elec, one of the many corvan at your service," a slight bow quickly followed the short introduction. Although Elec said he was a corvan, and this was true, he left out the fact that he was one of the rare types of corvan that use combat magic rather than persuasion magic. He also left out the fact that his last name was Stravin knowing that if he told that it might be known that he is of royal decent as the only corvans with the last name Stravin were in fact royalty in a sense as they were renowned as powerful adversaries on the battle field. "May I ask for the same courtesy as to learn your name and species?" Elec had no clue either of these two, otherwise he would not have asked.