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Elyan follows Hunidarks inside, also returning from his dawn meditation and repast. He observes quietly, as he holds little faith he won't add to the confusion and hostility.

Ayup, been a weird week but still rollin

"Yes the eel was fine indeed!" Elyan relaxes a little now that their company had arrived. The Bard's verse and Hunidarks bulk seemed to relieve some of the ocular pressure he'd been sensing. The group's numbers were also of some comfort. If I absolutely must see some of this realm, a group I trust will absolutely make the journey easier.

Elyan grunts at the talk of gold and mansions. He feels a pang of longing for the gentler, less fraught, conversations of his stream with the rocks of his side yard. The talk of gold does remind him of how light his purse is and how quickly the wide world demands more of it's weight. "Perhaps we shall ser, perhaps we shall. Errr afore you leave, our old muttering friend in the corner," he gestures at the grumbling man, "seems to have a problem with my, well, our kind. Should I be concerned?"

"Primarily gardening but I've many additional skills allowing me to live in harmony with the wilds. What of you ser? Why so curious to know such things?"

"Erm, I'll have the same, just a single please."

"A cyclops? In my establishment..." Elyan's eyes widen and grow distant as he loses himself for a moment to the terror of a cyclops brute stomping through his favorite moss patch and smashing his herb garden. He blinks himself back to reality as Spiro makes his toast and swiftly raises his mug as well. Unsure what to make of his companions toast he falls back many centuries to his parents teachings on decorum and he blurts "To friendship, a warm bed, and a hot meal!" He takes a heavy quaff and feels an unfamiliar warmth spread.

"It seems more than curiousity from our elder friend in the corner, closer to animosity really. Well perhaps... I shall meet him... After we eat!"

Elyan's eyebrows raise at the pricing. So far he's only spent a few gold pieces... In the last decade and for centuries before that, less. Seems like I could lose what little coin I have left in with the.. bargers? He takes the offered quaff as he thinks and nearly chokes. So that's ale... He wipes the rim as he hands it back. "Ahhh, yyes, count me in. I'll have a small mug of... ale, for now, thanks, err, Andren."

He leans in to say quietly as the lad leaves, "Is this... The nice place? Not such a fine welcome. I didn't think I'd be considered so out of place."

Elyan finds himself wandering the town, taking in the "sights." He finds himself in front of one of the taverns. Too footsore to look any further he offers an internal nod to Harmony in the hopes that it's not the rough joint before chancing it and entering. He spots Spiro at a table, relief flooding him as he makes his way over. He sits down at Spiros' table before offering, "Hullo, how's the errr, wine?"

Elyan follows, slightly wide eyed, slightly wild eyed. So far he's mostly avoided settlements in his adventuring, but every time it feels as though each one is an assault to his senses. He yearns for a warm bed but scones intrigue him and the scales of justice hold their own appeal as a fresh experience.

Elyan obliges the half-orcs brusque request for aide. He too could use a rest, he wanders after Spiro, hoping for a warm bed and a hotter meal.

Elyan meanders with the group, keeping his thoughts largely to himself. Occasionally bending over to forage edible greens. Normally he'd be attuning himself to the surrounding woods but he feels... oddly misaligned after the skirmish, out of tune not just with his surroundings but with himself. New Experiences certainly make home more appealing... Is that the point? Contrast? There must be things to enjoy outside as well.

Elyan moves to cross the river with the group, somewhat distracted with his thoughts.

Ford the River: 1d20 ⇒ 10

XP for gear is news to me, but sounds good.

Elyan stands and backs up, he eyes Ping sideways but refrains from addressing her disguise. He feels... strangely about it, perhaps it was the comment earlier that he thought he made to a grandfatherly Halfling, not a young gnome woman. Is this... embarassment...? Hmmm... Hasty and dangerous. Is slavery really that much of a threat, or have these people been exceptionally misfortunate? I must remain wary... and act quicker.

So there's definitely a smidge of irony in that post... You guys are onnn it! Will have to get in the habit of checking more. IRL timing is basically writing the character for me at the moment though I'll be sure to get to checking quicker here...

Elyan shakes himself as the Halflings calls him. So swift, all the time! Not an eddy to be seen in their constant flow. Better get used to it old man, or you'll flounder.

"Coming, coming!" He hurries over, examining the unconscious woman. "I... Will do what I can. It is meager..."

First Aid: 1d2 ⇒ 2

He lightly touches her wound and she appears to breath a little easier. "I think... She will be right. I'm unsure when she will wake."

Oof... Well I better roll with the RP then, sry team. Will pick up my checking for updates.

Elyan has rarely seen such hasty violence, not for centuries at least. He questions his choices that lead him to a group so proficient in it. He makes a shaky attempt to knock an arrow but the skirmish appears all but over before he dare draw his bow. Not trusting his aim against foes with 'companions' in close proximity he puts a hand to the horses, as much to calm himself as to calm them. He tries to observe the remaining action and steel himself for the next time. This... is the world I've been missing?

Even Elyan has picked up on some disturbing undertones to this group. He elects to stay quiet for now as he is self aware enough to know he offers little in the way of de-escalation techniques. Besides, it is tougher to observe if you're flustered and in the thick of things.

Elyan's eyes slowly widen as the Halflings gobsmacked heavy blinks actually pierce the smoky veil of hermetic social awareness. "Ahem. Eerrr... He mentioned perhaps you... Uhhh... Well never mind, forgive an old hermit his clumsiness, probably best we both hit the trail rather than sit around here!" He once again sketches a somehow awkwardly graceful bow and backs away.

Ye gods how do these deciduous fleetlings find the energy for all this... Talking! I'll never find harmony like my woods amongst all this... Noise!

He nearly bumps into a nodding dwarf as he sidles towards the door, grateful at least for a chance at conversation in his own tongue and not within the confines of a nearly botched relationship.

To the Bard Elyan decides he'd best nod, smile, and offer a weak, "Aye," as what little social graces he'd begun the morning with were already feeling heavily taxed.

Elyan leaves his room just before dawn and briefly breaks his fast alone under a nearby tree, returning as the others are gathering for their meal. He remains impassive as the Halfling approaches him.

"No need ser Halfling, I took no offense. I'd like to assure you the only thing further outside my experience than social cueing, is slavery. I hope... your piles are not grieving you as the half orc suggested." His face remains earnest as he relays his reply and his body language suggests he thinks the matter is concluded.

Chiming in a lil late but under the wire on the left coast... Merry Christmas for those still in today and Happy Boxing Day for those already in tomorrow!

Hah! Well that took off...

Elyan timidly clinks the mug pushed in front of him with his own glass of wine, a slight smile shows as he raises the well watered wine to his lips. Suspecting some humour and hoping to try his hand at it he replies to the half orc, "The only tall woman with strong legs I am acquainted with is a moose but I'll ask her if she's looking for a green and tusked mate Pardon if half-orcs aren't tusked in this setting, toothy works? next time I see her."

Elyan does his best to shrink into his chair, somewhat flustered at having exhausted nearly half an average century's worth of words in a matter of minutes. He keenly observes the reactions to his "joke" and awaits the promised song.

Sorry to hear that Adam, hope my token donation helps, although CAD doesn't hold much water in USD these days.

All good Ping/Zeebo, an interesting intro for sure! Hopefully my CHA dumped hermit can pull it together to join the group ;)

The elf's demeanor remains unfazed by the elderly halflings accusation. A slightly raised eyebrow is all the reaction he gives as he observes the chaos his introduction brings. He turns to Prestor as the smaller companions step aside, "Aye, that is me. I have maintained some contact with the Owlwise family, even some training by what must be several generations antecedent of any still roaming the woods. Yes, Darlen is, I believe, the latest of that line."

Turning to the half-orc, Elyan meets his eyes momentarily again, "I travel alone for now, as I have mostly lived for many centuries. Slavery is not... a harmonic way to interact with the world. I admit I have neglected mine own ability to interact harmonically with beings outside of my woods, but I would never care to inflict such dominance over another sapient being." His brow furrows slightly at the thought belying his avarice to such a discordant profession, but his tone remains awkwardly distant.

He turns to the table again, offering fleeting eye contact once more starting with the man he suspects with which he may share some elven blood, "I have upset some of you. I had no intention. I have only just recently left my woods in order to see more of this land. I have no ill intent, just a newfound curiosity of the world that has entered an aging elf later in life. As I said your stories sounded intriguing. I have some knowledge of the area that you plan to travel through. Perhaps we could share the path and you will learn that I can be a helpful observer, and perhaps I can learn more of how to be a relatable companion." He offers this as earnestly as he can, but for those listening carefully his tone suggests he thinks it more likely that he'll have aid to offer, and far less likely that he'll learn much of social relatability.

Mass apologies all, been struggling to sit a desk after an operation and yet sadly that's all I'm really allowed to do at work. So writing at a keyboard at home has been daunting. I'll get the edited backstory up soon I swear, for now the Strider-esque intro seems promisingly mysterious... And suits Elyan just fine tbh.

Elyan gathers himself standing smoothly, whisking with him a well-watered, well-nursed glass of wine. His elven grace subtly stiff yet truly only noticeable to the keenest of eyes if taken with the equally minute wrinkles reaching from his eyes and feathering his brow. This elf has seen more than a few winters if one takes the painting as a whole. Belying his age his steps are still as sure and light as a dancer, if not quite as graceful as they once were. The only other insinuation of his immutability fading are the temples of his shoulder length blonde hair turning nearly platinum, hinting at silver, assuredly not grey.

For all his gathered physical poise and in spite of the deep pools of wisdom reflected in his forest green eyes, his tavern manners seem truncated, inexperienced even, a jarring juxtaposition made obvious as he bows gracefully, yet awkwardly, to the group as he arrives at the table. As the half elf trails off he gestures to an empty chair nearby, barely waiting for any kind of acknowledgement before abruptly dragging it noisily to the table, half interrupting the elderly halfling, and sitting. He collects his well crafted but rough spun cloak about himself and pauses interminably, his jaw finally clenches into a grimace as he stiltedly states, "I am Elyan. Your stories intrigue me. I'd like to travel with you. I have knowledge of the area, particularly the woods." While he speaks he makes eye contact with everyone at the table just long enough to call it such, before eyeing the swirling wine in his cup.

Don't know ya Adam but sending good vibes to you and yours.

BD I sent a PM... Hit a bit of a wall in IRL myself and subsequently with the backstory but could probably get a 2nd draft up quick, otherwise ready for the intro/insert.

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Hey Team! Elyan's bare bones alias on the go... Druid it is! BD and I are working out the deets on backstory so stay tuned for that. Never made a C&C alias so bear with me, if you look later and the formatting is familiar, apologies in advance, imitation=flattery etc. etc...