"Elrean! Take this with you." Merric held out his hand, where a thin leather strap was pooled in his palm around a silvered charm. "It reminded me of the one Elice once gave me... so... I got it for you, as a favor. In case you needed some good luck. I can't wait to see how far you'll go!"
❝ a… pendant?? ❞
he looks at it skeptically. despite the reigning logic that Merric would not and would actually avoid hurting Elrean, experience has taught him to hesitate. he could count with only his hands the number of gifts he’s received in his entire life that weren’t just petty pranks or tricks, and all of them had been from Wendell. he… trusts Merric, doesn’t he?? he’s still not so sure.
❝ as a favor. you’re talking about… ❞ for luck, in battle… but to give Elrean one, it must mean that he’s dear to Merric, which doesn’t make much sense at all. again, the wind mage befuddles him so completely with a single movement.
❝ …you’re sure you want to give this to me?? ❞
