"Well met, sir Rovan."
Nuir replied pleasantly oblivious to any implications this news might have. He had traveled alongside merchants on many an occasion and yet rarely gained the nuance of their connections. He knew that Alliria had a reputation for what could only be described as a thriving...
The unblemished healer, both in their pale clean cloak and naive spirit, was particularly unsuspecting of the offer. They had a bit of time, and they did have a bit of business to do out that way. Might as well take up the stranger in their simple request for a bite of guidance. It wasn't so...
Now enlightened to the nature of the request, Nuir took a second look at the stranger.
He didn't glean much other than that it was nice to not have to crane his neck up to make eye contact.
The Elf gave it a moment of thought. A craving for authentic dishes he could empathize with greatly. It...
Mismatched eyes looked over a scrawled list on a piece of parchment. Their somewhat impulsive promise to travel along with Aurra to Oban created a sudden need to tie up loose ends.
With their easy fixed on the parchment and a sort of determined pace the Elf almost missed the sudden call.
They...
His heart was pounding in his ears and his throat was very dry all of a sudden.
Nuir felt so very aware of the heat coming off of Aurra. Of the sound of her quickened breath. Her hand was so warm as it redirected his gaze.
His eyes locked with hers. He could see the hint of vulnerability in her...
Nuir felt just a whiff of mixed signals. Was it something he had said?
This hands on hips motion was something he usually earned for saying something a bit dumb.
That expression certainly didn't support the 'nothing wrong' case.
Then her hands were on his shoulders.
Just when he had opened his...
Her advance was met with big oblivious eyes and a small smile.
"In that case I'd be happy to come along. Abandoned cities have the best treasures."
He meant old scrolls and books of civilizations past of course. Though he imagined Aurra might have fancied something worth coin.
He was so lost in...
"Oban...." Nuir quietly mused in thought his head titled as he tried to recall what little he knew of the place.
It wasn't as if he had any particular route in mind. Traveling with a friendly face for once could be nice.
"Are you traveling there for business....?"
He followed her through the...
"Magical...?" Nuir mused quietly. Well perhaps it really was better off being stolen back then. From what Nuir had heard the college held all manner of ancient artifacts. Perhaps it was not as high and mighty as it once was but even out in the spine they knew of it. There were bound to be quite...
Nuir's ears went pink again at the insinuation.
He followed her out of the alley and towards the city proper. Nuir didn't have a strong opinion on thievery. He had seen some of the dire straights people could find themselves in. He was fortunate he had never had to resort to such himself. Yet...
Nuir blinked away a flustered a moment of bewilderment. He wasn't used to this line of teasing. Jabs about his height were common place. Flirting of any kind was usually not on the menu. Aurra was really quite statuesque in a confident way that had (until this moment) given Nuir the impression...
A tinge of blush colored Nuir's ears as Aurra Brylee let out a noise that could only be described as lewd.
He hadn't thought much of the hold until then either. Suddenly the space or lack there of felt much more scandalous. He watched the figures move on from the corner of his vision. He gave a...
It was a little difficult to keep in stride as they quickened their pace and appear casual. This was mostly due to the difference in their heights. Her legs were quite a bit longer. Though to some extent this was because Nuir suddenly found himself overthinking about what casual walking looked...
Nuir gave Carling d'Argent a quizzical look as she had seemed about to say something. Only for her to be cut off by a passing Ogre. There was something in spirit of this city and it's festival to have a passing Ogre causally strolling through to announce a new challenge.
Luck, hm? By the sounds...
"Oh" Nuir replied as realization set in that they were in danger. His brow did furrow a little but shortly righted into a more neutral expression.
In the grand scheme of their friendship the night of gambling seemed to be an acceptation. It was the one time they had crossed paths without some...
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