[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/mkFbcLS.png[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/c5i0HyX.png[/img][/center][sub][color=silver]T I M E :[/color]   One Week After Human Arrival
[color=silver]L O C A T I O N :[/color] Lodge, Port10
[color=silver]I N T E R A C T I O N S :[/color] [@JJ Doe]
T A G S :    [@JJ Doe] ,   [@Conscripts][/sub]
[color=silver][sub]E Q U I P M E N T :[/sub][/color][hider=][sub]N/A[/sub][/hider]
 

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[center][color=bca346]R O W A N[/color][/center]

	[color=silver] [color=C2B4A7] ”Been getting a good whiff this whole time?[/color]

	 Rowan didn’t answer to any of Vasco’s teases. There was no use. His head was what his father would have described as: too broad. Instead, he kept his same stern face, cursing at the orc and then himself for being stuck in this mess. There were worst things, but dealing with Vasco was almost as unsightly as dealing with some of the more favorable Dark Elves. 

	 His fist still clenched, concerned with pinching the wall instead of Vasco’s face. 


	 As he proceeded forward, he felt Vasco swift by him. Before Rowan could grab the man, he was already barging into the lodge. He was boisterous enough to be heard outside, before Rowan could catch up to him. His announcement was (not surprise) nothing savory for the likes of a good Avlian.

	 The Elf’s insides were gnawing, like a vicious dark thing. It was chewing at the very core of his being. It glistened in his silver eyes, like a falling star. He wanted Vasco dead at that exact moment, and yet, he realized — all in that same instant — so did Vasco. 

	 And, the gnawing ceased immediately.

	 The darkness fell from him or perhaps, it evaporated into thin air. Rowan felt the release immediately and let out a sigh. His eyes closed, and his brows knit together. Just another mess to clean up, and for not just his sister’s sake, nor his own, but for Avalia’s sake, Vasco was not likely going to die without a good fight complete with some kicking and screaming. Even if he did bring it upon himself.

	 Vasco was going to need better weapons. 


	[color=93d8f1] “Excuse my companion’s betise,”[/color] Rowan interrupted. He tried to think of his dear sister. How she saw the human through such compassionate lenses. And then, the dark feeling returned. It was hungry and impatient. How long was he going to be cleaning up the young fool’s messes?[color=92d8f1] “A better translation would be: We would appreciate a place to stay for several days and nights.”[/color] 

	 Silver eyes pierced through Vasco. [color=92d8f1] “We are taking a decent resting before departing for the sea.”[/color] He let out a sigh. Maybe they should have gotten Vasco new clothes before heading for a lodge. Although, thankfully, lodges like these were used to various shapes and forms of travelers drifting in-and-out. Still, he would rather be more cautious.

	 While the clerk catered to them, the dark feeling began waning once more. However, there was no telling what Vasco’s next move was going to be, when he would spring his next attack for attention. And, the feeling loomed over Rowan like a dark cloud, as he waited in anticipation. His mind ready to intercede any discourse.[/color]