Jhylas |
A slight breeze drifts through the doorway, cooling Cledwyn's sweating brow. As he turns from the tray of hot pastries he was fussing over, before him stands a familiar face.
The elf's skin is sunkissed, his long pale hair a tousled mess, and his limbs are supple yet corded with steely sinews. His casual traveling clothes and cloak are a mixture of greys, blacks, and browns, perfect for blending into a wall or alleyway. His violet eyes casually seem to take in everything, and nothing, at a single glance. As they lock on to you, a wide smile creases his face. "Hello my friend, it brightens my day to see you." he says with lyrical tones, "My companion and I are so happy that you have finally established your own little nest here in the city, the succulent scents that drew us in here assure us that you will be a great success."
It is then that you notice the four foot long wasp silently clicking it's way into your shop on six dainty legs. It's antenna practically quiver in every direction at once and it's wings begin to hum with a low excitement, something you have only ever seen in times of battle alongside it, and it's Ranger master. "BzzZZzzt practically begged to stop in and see you, I think he actually misses you as much as I have." He puts a hand out to stroke it's bulbous head and the giant insect seems to calm momentarily. "I do believe he's a bit hungry though, I think it best if we find him something to eat, and quickly."
"One pail of sugar water please."