Recent content by Faelin K'Abveirin

Patrik Fetladral The elf snickered briefly, a small departure from his usual deadpan nature. Yeah, it's gonna be fun. » Allira is the place for crazy and draconian traders. The most fun you'll get from it is a pickpocketer you haven't noticed for three hours after the fact or a Dolosus selling...

The horse seemed to be still enough and enjoy the brief rest she's getting. She's in no position to be ridden, but she will likely have to walk the rest of the distance regardless. The elf, as he was listening to Patrik and was about to suggest going together. Always safer that way, right...

The old nag seemed to enjoy the attention and lavished in the treats. -She knew what was good for her. Faelin walked closer to his mare and started brushing off the rough dirt chunks. He wouldn't be able to get her properly clean this way, but at least it wouldn't become a massive muddy mess by...

Lastly, the elf pushed from the back, greeted with flecks of muds flying his way as the old nag finally pushed forward with the last bit of encouragement. Her wobbly, shaky feet carried her forward, where she walked for a few paces as she was led. On the other end, the elf fell over where the...

The encouragement seemed to instil some focus back into the mare, and the first leg burst through the mud. The once white leg was caked in mud and heavy well from it. The trick was to not get it caught in the mud again. Thankfully she knelt with that foot on some rooted soil this time around...

The elf eyed him for a moment, taking in the stranger before he obliged and yanked off the shabby pack off her patchy white and brown back. »With two hands it might be... actually possible... You pull at the front, I dig at the business end.« He started moving backwards. The elf was rather...

The nocturnal elf seemed preoccupied with the horse to truly notice anyone come by, at least until the stranger made himself present. »Oh? « Faelin turned around and stepped aside, next to his miserable-looking horse. Her legs were stuck kneedeep in mud. »Help? Of course, my horse is too old to...

Patrik Fetladral As the road led out into the open world before, it seemed to be empty for a fair deal of time. At least until mid the bushes appeared, what seemed like an elf and a horse. If they moved away, one wouldn't be able to come near, if they walked Patrik's way, they would've met...

The elf, of course, had his late-day snooze, considering it's been hours since midday, and his kind always got sleepy around this time as sporadic sleepers. »Don't scare me so... « He uttered without even appearing to move, with his head still atop his face, covering it up. Scared like what, he...

Faelin wondered if the guy would even return, nevertheless, he stood his post, taking in commissions here and there on other silversmithing duties. Though honest work was hard labour. Why do that when there was easier money to make? Easier, bigger money. Even if the money came figuratively in...

God knows what he'll bring him, Faelin may need to meditate to get his energy up to properly 'upgrade' whatever the man brought him. Alas, for now, he'd need to wait and see.

Faelin quietly snorted before rolling his eyes. »No doubt.« He expected him to return not too long after. Or at least after so much time as he imagined collecting seashells would take. Wait what? Seashells. The elf furrowed his brow briefly and titled his hat lower. This might be easier.

»You seem like a man of keen eye on nature's bounty, if you bring me anything you deem valuable, I'll see to it, that it goes under the right man's eye who will want it. « Faelin pocketed the coin. »If it seems luctrative to you to go on a joint venture. You can find me here. If it does not...

One corner of his lips rose as he heard his titles. That's something worthwile for his next endeavour. »I'm looking for some materials to upgrade and sell, and you look like you could use some work and money.« Faelin flipped a green coin between his fingers, a currency adapted to bridge trade...

»Ohhhh, please, what kind of sinkhole do you come to not recognise an eastern dark elf,« he snorted without a change in his tone. He seemed unamused. »I am Faelin K'Abverin, trader, silversmith«