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The dark elf idly waved his hand as he returned to his entourage. His demeanour as he left only hinted that he thought nothing of Aismir other than being unworthy of the elf's time. The group, however, shared glares with the youth. Only the little kid seemed to look with concern in his eyes. Or...

The little kid tried to capture the gaze of Aimsir. To him at least, he seemed the most normal looking person so far. Or perhaps he was intrigued on how this could transpire. Nicodemus was never the sort of humour people with pleasantries. »-You better stay on your seat, child. I do not meddle...

Sam seemed to back off quietly as he collected the coin. The man was a tall, forboding elf with a chiselled face and brown hair as dark as the night. He didn't say anything to Aismir, only gave him a brief grim stare. »Thank you for letting us stay,« the elf slurred, his voice neither pleasant...

Above the wooden rafters of the ceiling, the steps of multiple people began to dent in the wooden flooring. »Aye that old dog, he-« Sam's face slowly turned serious as the noise continued. »Listen kiddie,« he leaned in. »We've got some strange guests from outta ere. Got skin black as night and...

»How's was th' catch, « Sam winked and gave a wide smile, putting his thick, hairy hand upon the counter. His voice was raspier than the last time.

The kid forged an item seemingly out of thin air. Or perhaps it was sleight of hand? »This might be your's?« It most definitely was not. It was a small teardrop-shaped black opal pendant, resonating with some kind of magic. »I see that it is your path to power, but it is... corrupt«

Funny enough there was no hint of magic in the child's hand, nor his being. Not an ounce of channelled energy, as if all that was happening before them was natural as decreed by life itself. The straws singed and curled beneath the hot metal. The boy sighed. »Posession, stone.. .. Mountains.«...

The child oracle perked up a little, straightening their neck as he took on a more serious posture. »Power? Seek power it is. Quite a request to come out of thin air.« The words of the child seemed unnaturally sweet and alluring. They weren't entirely normal, that was for sure. The kid waved at...

Surprising for the oracle to be so short. However on the second look, beneath the semi elaborate colours of cloth was a mere preteen or tween child. He gazed up at Capra, straightening up his back. »What will it be?«

Whatever THAT thing was, no diviner wanted to see it, let alone touch it. Their gods clearly hissing into their ears, it's cursed, it's cursed'. But nobody would explain why and how. eventually, some of the puzzled priests' acolytes of a gloomy robe mumbled. "There's another diviner, but they...

He took the pasty, but only held it in his hands as he followed after Zafira. Some good while after one could hear the previous group tossing a ruckus.

The kid swivelled in his place, his hands behind his back, his blank, expressionless eyes upon Zafira. "?..." It took him a while to realize what was going on but... Luckily the soldier keeping an eye on him was otherwise preoccupied. Yawning and gazing at the sky most of the time. So he nodded...

The kid checked out his hands. The scraps were gone. He turned his palms round and round a few times. Truly, they were gone. And well... lame, now he had nothing to show off for. The little elf gazed upwards at Alistar once more. Hmmm. what did they tell about strangers again? »Mmmmmm-mm, my...

There was quite indeed a diverse assembly of people, and it seemed to only grow larger. The cheer was perhaps quite intoxicating. But the little kid would've rather- Oh, what's this? Bellerophon took the cup, inspecting the spirit before taking a sniff. The kid grimaced, set aback by the unique...

The kid petted off his clothes before raising his head back up at the grown one. He tilted it slightly, squinting with one eye as he pouted his lips lightly, observing him quite curiously. He offered his hands after some hesitation, outstretching his palms, showing the usual stringy scraps one...