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   ❛ i see we are both heading in the same direction, would you mind if i joined you? ❜

he approaches her, trying to seem as un-threatening as possible.    ❛ good evening.. do you happen to know where we might be?  i seem to have lost my way. ❜   

seated on what must be a toppled tree, he was sketching the ruins of a.. rather large building.  taking in the immaculate details- the carvings.  he found it beautiful.                and yet. . .

he couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to the residents.  was this abandoned?  no, it doesn’t look too old- but, - - -           a twig snapped behind him, and he stood up abruptly, turning towards the sound.

      ❛ who goes there-? ❜

          -- - HIS PUPILS shrink as the wizard continues to speak.  the more words that pour from his mouth make quill shrink back.  does he have no remorse?  the warforged reaches a hand up, scratching the side of his mask.   was this a joke?

     ❛ a. . .  ah?  d. . . did everyone survive?  why was it burned down, stranger? ❜   he stands there awkwardly- making sure to keep his guard up.   ❛ towns don’t burn down without reason. ❜   unless the gods were angered, he supposed.

    now as i write my song             i retrace my steps                                                       ( honestly, it's easier                                                          to let myself forget )

          -- - QUILL WASN’T opposed to talking with the half-orc.  but as the conversation went on and.. eventually derailed, he found himself getting more and more interested in talking with him.  his blue eyes traced the edges of the pint he had been offered by the bartender.  likely a way to.. find out what he was.  despite adventurers & guards alike come waltzing in.. clad in armor.                    why was he any different?

     he watched the other cross his arms- leaning next to his empty cup.  was he drunk? ...  it wasn’t like quill could tell.    ❛ well, yes.  i suppose it’s ... human nature to change, is it not? ❜   not that the warforged would know anything about that. if fjord looks closely, he can notice that quill’s ‘mouth’ has not moved since they started talking.

    ❛ it takes a.. certain kind of person to admit they were- or are -wrong.  most hu-- people do not. ❜   reaching a hand back and under his hood, he rubs at a smoothed out hole in his wood.  he winces slightly.