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Corvus…that name sounded vaguely familiar. He thought that perhaps Rayla or Callum had mentioned it, but he wasn’t certain. The mention of the Dragon Queen, however, caused Ethari’s brow to furrow in concern.

“What business do you have with Queen Zubeia?” His tone was not accusatory. Yet he wasn’t going to give the stranger directions to the Queen without good reason. Ethari’s head canted to the side just so.

The tracker sighed, reaching up to shake some of the trilling creatures out of his hair. They stick instead to his glove, and a few are stubbornly stuck in his curls. They were cute, but he just wanted to leave the meadow, and find his allies.

you,  ever a royal,  grew surrounded by the reality  &  lessons  of status and station.  this man properly fell into neither.  he could be an adept fighter,  sure.  even of loyal heart.  but in this setting kasef considered corvus for what he was:  a yes-man,  someone  let in  like a child’s comfort blanket to soothe the newly crowned king who sat on the throne with feet that didn’t yet touch the ground.  kasef was unimpressed by postured protectiveness whenever corvus felt he’d insulted the little boy.  if one wanted blind loyalty,  one could just as easily buy a dog.  had the other even been paying attention?

“then it’s even clearer that king ezran hasn’t had the proper council to know how to make the best decisions.“  he was a child,  his head full of dreams that his  “most trusted”  company seemed happy to let him keep.  "since you work as a security officer i’d think you would know the importance of fighting back.  maybe you could convince your king of how foolish this is.”

@loyaltracker cont from this.

Corvus certainly wasn’t the type to have grown up in the courts. He was a street urchin, a soldier, a hunter. His wits were developed by necessity, not through many hours poring over texts that smelled of dust and decay, as he was sure Kasef’s vast knowledge must come from.

Ezran hadn’t told him to leave yet, so in his mind, Corvus would be allowed to stay for as long as the young king wished it. Of course, a lot of it went over his head, and he had stopped paying attention to much of it. But something about the young prince rubbed him the wrong way, so when it was time to make nice, as it were, he was more than willing to play the thorn in the other man’s side.

“Adoraburrs,” he answers simply, wiggling a sleeve for emphasis. The adoraburrs chirp and peep cheerfully. “They’re harmless, but they tend to stick to everything they touch.” Keeping his movements slow, Ethari carefully plucks off the chain of creatures from his sleeve, though they take the opportunity to travel to his other sleeve instead.

His attention turns back to the human. His bow rests on his back but Ethari still does not reach for it. He’s not keen on starting a fight. Honeyed eyes take in the stranger for a moment before he speaks once more.

“My name is Ethari. Who are you?”

Adoraburrs. They lived up to their name. Corvus watched the elf as he shook a few off, even as they chittered and traveled to his other sleeve. Corvus had definitely picked up a few, he could feel them even in his hair. Annoying little boogers. 

“My name is Corvus. I’m lost.” He slowly lowered his glaive, letting it fall to his side, rather than continue to hold it up. If the elf wanted to kill him, he would have done it so already, and much quicker than this.

@loyaltracker

Encountering a human isn’t what Ethari expected to do today, but here he is, face to face with a man who has a hook on a chain. And a somewhat sour expression.

He’s so taken aback that it’s a long moment before he reacts. With a weapon pointed at him, he raises his hands to show he’s not holding any weapons.

Of course, even if he was, it’s be hard to be intimidating with a chain of adoraburrs stuck to his sleeve.