**Memories of being trapped in the hollow caverns of the scionic mountains flooded through the westerner's mind, and he blurted his answer without hesitation or delay, despite Dawn_ being one of the last people to vote on the matter. Chronology be damned.**
Roshem - "I would very much prefer the way by sea. The only sea I know is made of dunes, and I am eager to amend that understanding."
**Anyone looking into Dawn_'s Roshem's eyes could tell the decision was not made for funsies.**
Mirsch - "It will be a pleasure to travel alongside you. An interesting venture... Will learn much more than expected. I must go, but we should speak again later."
**Without even waiting for a reply, the elf set off towards another cloaked individual, immediately engaging him in a conversation.**
Mirsch - "He must have rubbed Yuko leaf all over his body..." **The elf gave a sincere yet hollow chuckle.** "Longhorn is hardly likely to maul anyone lest their scent be to his pleasure."
**Mirsh didn't even need to answer. It became clear to Kherren as he looked around that Longhorn was none other than the large ram obnoxiously grazing on the grass beyond the crowd, ignoring the pair of guards trying to heckle him away from the park.**
**The elf seemed lost in another world as it stared at Kherren, only snapping into reality once the garr spoke. His head bobbed from the left to the right, his eyes caught in a squint.**
Elf - "My apologies, garr. But you are... peculiar. There is more earth in you then there is in the rest of your race, something uncommon. It is interesting... Pardon my staring."
Roshem - "I am Roshem Ma'adir Kabar, conjurer and master of all arms. I am he who has nothing, yet has everything. You have my solemn oath that no harm or danger should come from me, and that I shall use my own life as a shield to prevent any harm or danger from passing onto the children. Sheikar."
*******************
**Kherren found the culprit twenty feet to his right. He was an elf of average height, clad in dirt brown robes, and with small beady eyes locked in a rock hard glare, as if trying to see into the Garr.**
**From between the crowds came forth a miniscule man, no more than an inch over five feet tall. His face was slender, the skin a dark shade of olive tinged brown by the sun, and with a thin, jet black beard lining the angles of his face, culminating in a small curl at his chin. He was muscular to a degree; well toned, at the very least, and perhaps more limber than robust. Bleached blond silk draped from his shoulders in the shape of a very short-sleeved vest, loose buttons tying together the front flaps, while his matching pants drooped down to his sandals.**
**The westerner approached Dogget, unphased by the man's height, and introduced himself with a bow.**
Roshem - "Pleasures upon you, I am he who lives the tale of Roshem Ma'adir Kabar."
*************************
**A weird sensation burnt through Kherren, the odd feeling one gets when becoming aware that one is being watched.**
Roshem - "I would very much prefer the way by sea. The only sea I know is made of dunes, and I am eager to amend that understanding."
**Anyone looking into
Dawn_'sRoshem's eyes could tell the decision was not made for funsies.****Without even waiting for a reply, the elf set off towards another cloaked individual, immediately engaging him in a conversation.**
Mirsh - "Mirsh of Lowood, instructor of Earth at the Mages Academy."
Elf - "My apologies, garr. But you are... peculiar. There is more earth in you then there is in the rest of your race, something uncommon. It is interesting... Pardon my staring."
*******************
**Kherren found the culprit twenty feet to his right. He was an elf of average height, clad in dirt brown robes, and with small beady eyes locked in a rock hard glare, as if trying to see into the Garr.**
**The westerner approached Dogget, unphased by the man's height, and introduced himself with a bow.**
Roshem - "Pleasures upon you, I am he who lives the tale of Roshem Ma'adir Kabar."
*************************
**A weird sensation burnt through Kherren, the odd feeling one gets when becoming aware that one is being watched.**