Trevan Soithiel
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It had been a long arduous journey, as most adventures worth having should start. Or at least, that's how Trevan tried to justify it in his mind. It's been weeks since he last saw the dark caverns of his home, and he was confident he would never see them again. Not willingly, anyway. That was not a place he would wish upon his worst enemies. Okay, maybe his worst enemies, but no one else.
He crested one of the coastal hills, the rocky outcroppings providing ample respite from the low afternoon sun, allowing Trevan places to dart between in order to keep to the shadows as best he could. He had his cowl drawn up and over his head, low over his eyes to conceal them from the light. It wasn't that the light could do any real damage to him, but it was extremely uncomfortable and made it difficult to see. On more than one occasion, he had tripped over a rock or a root, something so unlike his usual elven grace.
Gazing down at the valley between him and the city proper, Trevan was surprised to see a rather large and festive looking gathering. In what looked to be like a hastily set up large town of tents, there was a myriad of colors and hundreds of flags. There were easily thousands of people walking in and out of the tents, or participating in some sort of event off to the side. Trevan could see what looked to be a large cleared field with horses and unusual seating. He had to squint against the brightness of the daylight, but he was certain that most of the patrons below would be human. Gazing up from the tent-town Trevan had to marvel at the site of the city itself, capping the hill like a crown, encircling the bay below with an odd sense of welcoming arms.
He decided that if he was to ever choose a place to try and get some information, this would be as good as any other.
Making sure that his cowl was situated to conceal most of his features, he began to walk down toward the tent-town and to see what he could discover about his new above-ground world.
He crested one of the coastal hills, the rocky outcroppings providing ample respite from the low afternoon sun, allowing Trevan places to dart between in order to keep to the shadows as best he could. He had his cowl drawn up and over his head, low over his eyes to conceal them from the light. It wasn't that the light could do any real damage to him, but it was extremely uncomfortable and made it difficult to see. On more than one occasion, he had tripped over a rock or a root, something so unlike his usual elven grace.
Gazing down at the valley between him and the city proper, Trevan was surprised to see a rather large and festive looking gathering. In what looked to be like a hastily set up large town of tents, there was a myriad of colors and hundreds of flags. There were easily thousands of people walking in and out of the tents, or participating in some sort of event off to the side. Trevan could see what looked to be a large cleared field with horses and unusual seating. He had to squint against the brightness of the daylight, but he was certain that most of the patrons below would be human. Gazing up from the tent-town Trevan had to marvel at the site of the city itself, capping the hill like a crown, encircling the bay below with an odd sense of welcoming arms.
He decided that if he was to ever choose a place to try and get some information, this would be as good as any other.
Making sure that his cowl was situated to conceal most of his features, he began to walk down toward the tent-town and to see what he could discover about his new above-ground world.