#ewyn

Scratched idea for my comic's new cover. A.k.a. I need to draw it again because I have a better idea

I did kisses

“I’ll need you to look into Thoronir.”

Jensine’s voice hinted at a bit of cynical nosiness.

This was about Thoronir’s suspiciously underpriced wares.

Ewyn had just wanted to buy some goods but was hit with a contract request right away in the morning. This one would take awhile, though, with some back and forth between 3 vendors looking for information. That was the boring part Ewyn had no interest in.

As Thoronir would not crack, she took to investigating late at night, catching him conferring with the goods procurer in secret. Then she followed Agarmir and staked out his house. More waiting.

Ewyn slunk down onto the bricks and leaned against the wall, nearly falling asleep. Her stomach was rumbling uncomfortably.

Near midday it was finally safe to go in. She blew through a whole stack of lockpicks. There was nothing inside worth ransacking, but he did keep a pile of bones in the basement. Some spooky stuff she was down with ( snatched all the bonemeal ). Also the pumpkins on the ground floor living room, which were heavy to pick up and made it impossible to move until she quickly mixed them into potions.

The book of graverobbed goods is what the merches were after. Having that, Ewyn the brawn did seek out the mausoleum and confronted Agarmir which was basically a mistake as he was stupidly strong and all the doors were locked. Let’s skip this pathetic scene, it ends in Ewyn hastily resetting the difficulty setting to its normal position and snagging the Debaser.

Out we go carrying Agarmir’s muddy shovel and it’s all proof that anyone needed. Covered in grime and cobwebs Ewyn impatiently collected her reward from Jensine.

“This is payment for one day, maybe,” she thinks. That whole affair took nearly 3 days.

Ewyn headed out to the waterfront for a breath of fresh air. It was night time. The sky was a clear sapphire. Near the wall of the city there were some idiots gathered around a torch. Ewyn got close to see what the party was about but she wasn’t invited. It was obviously thieves guild initiates but they ignored her.

She walked past them to the bedrolls and took a sip of Puny Ancus before retiring to her roll(now that I think about it, that’s weird that I did that). Her stomach hurt anyway and she fell asleep, only to be greeted by more weird dreams. This one about herself leaning over her own body and drinking her own blood. She had to admit she looks pretty good. Hey, hot stuff.

Waking up she began to feel the full sway of the blood. Those nippy bastards from the cave a week ago did a number on her. It was starting to make sense to her why her grey skin and red eyes made its way to pale. She did not exactly welcome the change but didn’t rebuke it either. She felt slightly stronger though.

Other things that happened:

Ewyn would show those thief bastards. She pretended to pickpocket and got caught, thrown into jail. She wouldn’t have authority think they’d have her way though, as she picked the lock and escaped ( only increasing her bounty ).

A few hours outdoors spent flowerpicking.

A trip to Bravil.

It’s my boy Ewyn! He’s a firbolg monk himbo and I love him! He also died in my last dnd session

Apparently my phone didn’t post them so WHATEVER BUT

I think lately I don't talk enough about Ewyn djfjjfjd the poor lil rose totally slipped my mind lately as I've been stuck in some Eilakura hell

3. Do they often get good dreams?

Ewyn is a very active dreamer, and it honestly matters on his surroundings (and if there's sylvari around him) but yes!

He usually gets a lot of nice pleasant dreams! Very often about his garden and cute animals

11. Are they a restless sleeper?

Honestly, no. Ewyn sleeps like a log. You'd need to use some very desperate techniques to wake his butt up.

14. Are they an early bird or a night owl.

'Tis a tad strange but he's leaning more toward the night owl way, even though he was awoken at dawn. He haaaaaaaates getting up early.