Jarla, 33rd Vorhexen

Jarla bristled at his casual dismissal of Elsa. She got enough of that from Irene. Still it probably wouldn't be a great idea to mention that.

"I'd suggest you go as an orc," she teased, "but we have dwarfs coming and I'd prefer you not to get hacked to death as a result of a mistake."


She glanced at him thoughtfully. "Taal? I'm sure I could find some antlers and leaves and such and a false beard..." she paused, smiled and raised an auburn eyebrow. "Do you already have a hairy chest or should I look for fur?""


Hexensnacht Ball

Jarla had to bite her lip to keep from laughing, and managed to keep her reply tactful: "I'm sorry Solya Lange, but unless you are going to offer the princess a pleasure barge I don't think she'd be remotely interested in guild business. Why do you want to meet her?"