Ellondar whispers to Lio, now aggrovated.
[W:From] [Ellondar]: "The leader issued out an order to not attack the Ghost Division, but would rather have the matter quelled. If it were up to the higherups a god-damn civil war... <C>"
[W:From] [Ellondar]: "I'm here to make a comprimise. I need you to promise me something, as a friend here. Stop toying with the Delahans. The outcome will be fucking brutal otherwise-- an all-out war. Some of our members don't like the boss' order, if you know what I mean."
Liotuse doesn't bother returning the words as a whisper and shrugs his shoulders. "I don't know why my comrades are being dragged into this. Every time. It's just me crossing the street to say hi in the Liotuse way. They're upset about me? They can go after -
 - Liotuse. It's an independant thing, man. I'm honestly glad to hear that someone with their tabard is concerned but..." A hand comes up to stroke his chin. "It's such a delightful thing. Y'know?"
[Ellondar] says: All I'm saying, man, is for you to take it easy and in strides, alright? I don't want to see more bloodshed than there absolutely needs to be-- over a damn lamp. A nice lamp, a pretty lamp... but a lamp.
Liotuse smirks at this point, folding his arms and looking off to the right. "Shit. Then they're going to look like the dumb ones if any take a swing at me over their friggin' precious little Monica."
[Ellondar] says: ...The hell is a Monica?
[Liotuse] says: The name that the Delahans gave their lamp.
[Ellondar] says: ...-Really-?
[Liotuse] says: Ayep. I tried to start a movement for Steve. Nobody bit.
Ellondar rubbed the bridge of his nose, shaking his head. "Just don't get shot at, alright? I'm loyal to the Delahans and I don't want to be cleaning a mess you started, ya?"
Liotuse bangs a fist on his breastplate, then lets the gauntlet drop to pat the helm hanging - by the horns - from his belt. "With Sinrey Gearsin out of the Division. I think all they have are piddly little flintlock pistols. Good luck to 'em to try and get -
Liotuse - through metal this quality." His smirk turns into a genuine smile, nodding once more. "But yeah. Thanks for the heads up."
[Ellondar] says: I don't quite understand most of this feud anyways. There's a giant dragon burning our lands down and we're beating the crap out of lamp posts, you know?
Archilon looks to the protodrake. "Look, boy, up there!" He points skyward, hoping the beast will expose his neck.
Ellondar shrugs.  Who knows?
[Liotuse] says: There was no 'we'. I'm taking all the credit for this time. But yeah, I get it. The end is nigh. Deathwing, Twilight's Hammer and Horde. Darn us for not cooperating.
Ellondar quietly snickers to himself.
[Ellondar] says: ...Monica. Fuck man...
[Liotuse] says: Obsessive and weird, isn't it?
[Ellondar] says: Ohhh yeah, you could say that.
[Ellondar] says: I just liked it for the gems...
[Liotuse] says: You could always pry 'em out and keep them yourself. Or sell them.
[Ellondar] says: Ah, the Delahan have already taken them out to prevent thievery.
[Liotuse] says: Oh. Shoot. I guess they're a bit too fast with those dirty, grubbin' paws.
[Liotuse] says: ...But yeah. Warning heeded. Future interactions will prove to me more interesting than before. If it comes up again, kindly remind the Delahans that -I'm- the asshole giving them some annoying prods here and there. Nobody else.
Liotuse nods a third and final time, waving over his shoulder to Ellondar as he strides back. Cheerfully. Humming, even. Bothering Delahans made him happy. Like a strip club.