[He makes his way to his pile of belongings, careful not to show the stranger his back. He didn't seem to notice the staring at his face and ears though, he simply though the other was very engaged in the conversation.]

Well, not in the water, as freshing as it is. Just a bit closer to the edge than I should have, and woke with a bit of a start.

[He nudges the pile of armor on the ground with his foot, debating put it on over his wet clothes. It wasn't like he hadn't gone wading through bogs and in torrential downpours with it on before. It had just always been terrible and miserable.

Now to be miserable and impervious to potential incoming attacks, or slightly less miserable but reveal to the world that he's short and built like a salamander.

In the end armor and dignity won out, and he took a seat to get his boots on- at least those were dry for the time being.]

I feel a bit bad for the poor soul who woke me up though, she certainly rushed off rather quickly. I didn't think soggy elf was considered the new terror of the deep.