[For the most part he seemed to blend in what with his armor and all, however, he noticed a distinctive lack of other elves, and coupled with his inability to cast any spells? Well, he was a bit nervous to say the least.
But he was alive, and not in a cell anywhere, or shackled somewhere for questioning- those were good signs! And he was not going to question the gift of survival by asking anyone what was going on. He was just going to discretely try and find his way out of here while looking completely normal... and not at all like a shifty elf acting shifty.
He was totally acting like a stereotypical shift elf, but he didn't handle fear gracefully. So big surprise he winds up too busy taking paranoid looks over his shoulder to watch where he's going and inevitably bumps into someone.]
[Prompt 3]
[Lavellan finally managed to sneak away from the main crowd of the camp towards a more quiet part by the river. It was secluded enough that he felt alright taking off his armor. As nice as it was, and the wonders it did making him look larger and more intimidating, it was also very heavy. The clothes he was wearing underneath were a bit more form fitting, just a simple blue tunic and beige pants. He was rather scrawny and spindly, and lacked his left arm from the elbow, and without the armor it was made more prominent.
He didn't seem to be too worried though, content he was far away enough from the crowd to maybe squeeze a nap in. Of course eventually some poor soul was destined to stumble on him and wake him up one way or another. In a blink he scrambles to his feet to start to address whoever had woken him, but he takes "cautious" step back... only to slip and fall right into the river.
After moment of sputtering as he regained his footing he looked up to the individual and laughed nervously.]
Ah. Well. As I was saying... hello. It's nice to meet you. Rather nice day for a swim isn't it? The water's... freezing actually.
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[For the most part he seemed to blend in what with his armor and all, however, he noticed a distinctive lack of other elves, and coupled with his inability to cast any spells? Well, he was a bit nervous to say the least.
But he was alive, and not in a cell anywhere, or shackled somewhere for questioning- those were good signs! And he was not going to question the gift of survival by asking anyone what was going on. He was just going to discretely try and find his way out of here while looking completely normal... and not at all like a shifty elf acting shifty.
He was totally acting like a stereotypical shift elf, but he didn't handle fear gracefully. So big surprise he winds up too busy taking paranoid looks over his shoulder to watch where he's going and inevitably bumps into someone.]
[Prompt 3]
[Lavellan finally managed to sneak away from the main crowd of the camp towards a more quiet part by the river. It was secluded enough that he felt alright taking off his armor. As nice as it was, and the wonders it did making him look larger and more intimidating, it was also very heavy. The clothes he was wearing underneath were a bit more form fitting, just a simple blue tunic and beige pants. He was rather scrawny and spindly, and lacked his left arm from the elbow, and without the armor it was made more prominent.
He didn't seem to be too worried though, content he was far away enough from the crowd to maybe squeeze a nap in. Of course eventually some poor soul was destined to stumble on him and wake him up one way or another. In a blink he scrambles to his feet to start to address whoever had woken him, but he takes "cautious" step back... only to slip and fall right into the river.
After moment of sputtering as he regained his footing he looked up to the individual and laughed nervously.]
Ah. Well. As I was saying... hello. It's nice to meet you. Rather nice day for a swim isn't it? The water's... freezing actually.
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