#korva

Korva compliments Scott fairly early on! This duo is nice and feels like lore/canon wise would be a lot of fun :3

@brul replied to your post “B2 for talarik and eva? :P”

I had the hilarious mental image of Korva unwittingly delivering karmic justice via sitting on him or something because someone convinced her that was an appropriate thing to do

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Farwyn was not built for stealth or sneaking. In fact, on his very long list of “kinds of people I would not like to be around,” stealthy sneaks were near the top. So while he wasn’t attempting to shroud himself or play invisible spy, the very idea that technically he was tip toeing about the Row was loathsome. He’d usually just stomp his way in and glower off by a wall, but this time he had to actually blend in and behave a little.

He wasn’t in his armor, which made him feel nearly naked when out on a contract. Instead he was in a mixture of black-colored traveling clothes, completed by a deep wine-colored cloak trimmed in silver. He’d tugged the hood up to casually hide his features. Unlike most Sin’dorei, his fel-tainted eyes reflected his unmagical nature. They were a slated gray-green and while they did glow, it was faint and lackluster. 

At least the large spectacles he wore helped alter his appearance somewhat. The dark lenses, enchanted, helped serve as a mask to tweak the vibrancy of his eyes to a more verdant green. Still… enchantments made him apprehensive. They never lasted long for him.  So, the warrior had kept his head ducked and his concentration on the task ahead- avoiding large groups of people, but not in their entirety. He knew there had to be a balance so not to catch attentio- 

He had been focused on his surroundings and his path ahead, that the Sin’dorei didn’t even notice the tiny woman until she had collided into his striding form. At first, he assumed it was a goblin and inwardly prepared himself… but a second glance had him staring down at an elf with vibrant violet eyes. Distantly, he was reminded of a companion due to their clarity, but the thought was lost as rapidly as it had come. 

“Ah… no, my fault.”  He rumbled to reply, trying to make his tone a little lighter and less like a pitted baritone who smoked cigarettes for at least half of his life. He had mixed feelings for how well it came off.  Still, here was an opportunity for him at least. 

“I haven’t seen your face before.” He surveyed her, nodding to himself. “You new around this part of the city or have I just been blind the whole time?”  If he really wanted to sell the part, he would have smiled but the warrior inwardly refused to push his comfort zone any further. So, his usual scowl was apparent even with the shadows of his hood.