Tamryen Tabris

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    As they ventured into the vast underground labyrinth, a pungent odor all but knocked him back, he scrunched his face and took a deep breath through his mouth. He had expected a subtle, earthy aroma, but instead was met with a stagnant, musty taint with the distant scent of general decay in the air. He huffed, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand, then glanced up to match his companion’s look of utter disdain.

     “Supposedly, to find that- er, paragon?” He whispered, not wanting to gather the attention of their rather, raucous new friend. His gaze flickered momentarily to that of their odd dwarven companion, thankfully the other seemed blissfully unaware of their conversation.

     “You’re telling me, it stinks to high heavens in here, not sure how long I can endure such a terrible smell.” He definitely wasn’t the only one to smell it, that he knew. Breathing through his mouth was not ideal, not with how stale the air was. How did anything live down here?? Or, more importantly, what still lives down here?

      The fowl hint across his features only strengthened in agreement with Tam’s observation. Having essentially grown up sharing the same shelter as gutter rats, displeasure to the senses was never really something that deterred Theo, though even he had to admit the stench was something difficult to ignore. Even Shit-water and week-old Alienage animal carcasses couldn’t quite measure up to the waft of ancient must and unknown rot that the deeproads served up to one’s nostrils. It was somehow worsened by the ominous mystery of it all - an odor so particular that he already knew it’d be segregated to only bad memories; a scent that assaulted his very skin with how thick it lived in the air they breathed - he could have sworn he almost felt the very corruption now swimming in his veins. It made him shiver.  

      “Oh, I just thought that was ol’ Oghren, here!” The elf’s humor was nearly a knee-jerk reaction to the unease, as if to catapult them away from the true weight of what they were daring to venture into. With a lean and a jesting jab of his elbow towards the stout man in question, his grin accompanied a mirthful wink. “No wonder we’re havin’ to drag his wife back to him, huh?”   

       For all the wildly inappropriate joking the two had been carrying on with up to this point, it seemed Theo had misjudged just how far he could take it. The comment warranted nothing but a staunch, disapproving glare and a snarl of teeth that raised the curtain of a fiery braided mustache. Woops. The Warden’s laugh fizzled into chuckles, which trailed into silence. The grin he wore survived through pure habit, though all the jovial life had drained from his face, leaving it hollow.

    He took the hankerchief from Theo’s hand without any hesitation, he’d much rather the smell of the polish, it was almost comforting. The aroma was one he had grown accustomed to growing up with the other elf. It reminded him, solely, of home. 

     With a sigh, he squeezed the fabric. “I don’t want to get used to it.” His voice was soft, but a layer of anxiety was buried deep within his words. He knew he wasn’t alone in his unease, though with how well Theo can mask his every emotion, it’s difficult to know just how bothered the other may be.  Tam brought the hankerchief up to his nose swiftly, the sharp smell of oil rapidly masking the sour taint of the Deep Roads. 

       The crunch of gravel under boot-heel became far more pronounced upon taking those first few steps over the official threshold into the deeproads. There seemed to be a particular stillness in the already stagnant underground air, bringing attention to the scraping echoes as if to punctuate the oppressive uncertainty that laid ahead. It stopped Theo dead in his tracks where before, he had barely paid mind in favor of joking with the newcomer Oghren, sharing harsh sips from whatever was in his flask.

       Now, his upbeat poo-pooing of danger rang hollow in his bones as amber eyes scanned the vast, ancient stone arches that had been left to the mercy of time. He’d come to pride himself on adaptability in any situation…but…this was all completely foreign to him. Already, he yearned for the surface, again. They had barely yet ventured into the darkness and already he felt drowned by the underground alleys surrounding them, his heart gasping for a breath of fresh open-sky air.

      His hand subtly reached for the mabari at his side, scratching at the scruff of Toki’s neck for some semblance of comfort. It was passed off as the opposite, as if staying his hound’s unease instead, to mask his own anxieties the best he could.

     “Supposedly, to find that- er, paragon?” He whispered, not wanting to gather the attention of their rather, raucous new friend. His gaze flickered momentarily to that of their odd dwarven companion, thankfully the other seemed blissfully unaware of their conversation.