[Color=gray][center][h1][Color=silver]M[/color][Color=lightblue]i[/color][Color=cornflowerblue]r[/color][color=green]i[/color][color=mediumpurple]s[/color][/h1] [Img]https://i.imgur.com/qDMVZHa.png[/Img][/center] [Color=darkturquoise]Race: [/color]Changeling [Color=green]Class:[/color] Part-Time Fighter [Color=cornflowerblue]Location:[/color] Upper Viewing Lounge, Airship to Khorvaire [b][color=white]Interactions:[/color][/b] Arya, Gears, Meiyu [@PapaOso], [@potter], [@Tae] [b][color=white]Mentions:[/color][/b] Bastion [@PapaOso] [Color=tan]Equipment:[/color] [hider=Equipment] [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Lots of Clothes [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Arming sword [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Battle-axe [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Mace [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Daggers [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Bow & Arrows [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Shortsword [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Leather Armor [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Half-plate Armor [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Hide Armor [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Toolkit [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Camping Equipment [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Locked chest filled with old trinkets that ARE NOT FOR SALE [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Magnifying glass [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Diary [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Sketchbook [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Pencils [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Dried and Cured Meats [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Nuts [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Second Locked Chest with self-care products [Color=mediumpurple]⋆[/color] Bag of holding[/hider] [Color=lightblue]Attire:[/color] beige trousers, brown tunic, and worn brown boots [color=brown]Gold Balance:[/color] 5 [Color=silver]Injuries:[/color] None currently [Color=white]Current Persona:[/color] [b][color=silver]Wendel[/color][/b] [hr] The dragonborns’s insults had been designed to pierce old Wendel with how sharp they were. One might even add some serrated edges to them too for some extra sting. However, this dwarf had a tough hide, not even displaying so much as a wince as the far removed dragon spawn spat at him with his fiery hate. His expression was that of a scowling statue, just waiting for a sudden action that might provoke him to place a firm grip around the lizard's neck. If only he was a decade or two younger, he wished, but perhaps being older and so tempered was for the best. He only watched the beginning of the dragonborns's departure before he turned himself back to Arya. The young tiefling was hesitant as she stammered but at the very least, she was successful at getting out what she intended. Besides, if Wendel was anything, he was patient… and observant. All his life, he could do nothing to help being the latter. It was more than often a helpful aspect of his but sometimes, such as this, it keyed him in on things he probably did not have business paying attention to. Faded impressions of an oppressive past wrapped around Arya’s neck. Wendel could have pretended it was from some wardrobe malfunction or perhaps peculiar form of birthmark but his many years would not permit him to be ignorant of such a horrific indicator. As she spoke, his expression softened more than it should have in reaction to just her words. The hooded cloak he hadn’t cared about was now a piece of evidence to the starry-skinned Tiefling. [Color=silver]“It’s nice to meet you and Stella as well, Ayra.”[/color] He nodded with a smile but his melancholy tone betrayed him and would likely seem out of place. [Color=silver]“If you need anything, I'll be here… at least for now. Vrexen and people like him are good at standing up for themselves… but sometimes it's good to have people that'll support you.”[/color] He peered downward, reminiscing a similar conversation he had so many years ago with a hopeless and lonely young girl. [Color=silver]“For someone like you, I don't think it'll take any time at all.”[/color] He returned his gaze to her, appearing to have recovered from the short lived slump. Like the star-shaped patterns upon Arya’s skin, Wendel was sure there was something bright in her wake. As for him, however… With a deep breath, Wendel turned himself toward the bar to face none other than the amber hued treasure he had inquired about. The mead! [Color=silver][I]They do have it![/I][/color] the dwarf beamed with raised eyebrows and an appreciative smile. He took a quick whiff without even touching the tankard, the sweet scent of the beverage removing any negative thoughts of everything that had recently transpired. [Color=silver]“Mmm”[/color] Wendel’s shoulders lowered as his body relaxed on the barstool. Then without hesitation, he dug his hand into his considerably light coin pouch and retrieved not one, but two gold coins! He didn't even have to taste the mead before he placed the coins on the counter and slid them forward toward Gears. [Color=silver]“Thank you, sweetheart. I truly do appreciate this.”[/color] He appeared as if he could cry for joy in being able to enjoy his mead after all he had to deal with this morning. He was about to grab the tankard before he heard an unfamiliar woman's voice from beside him. It was at this moment that he realized Bastion had not returned from talking to the [b]yeeping[/b] young woman. In his place now was… [I]her[/I]. The woman he had looked upon previously… twice! She was here! Right next to him! He felt as if his eyes had grown thrice their size as he took in her appearance up close. He tried not to draw attention but he visibly and unintentionally gulped. He parted his lips to speak but he must have swallowed all of his words just then! She was looking now, expectantly. There had to be a word! A sound maybe?! Something! [Color=silver][I]Come on![/I][/color] With every ounce of determination he had, he dug deep and forced whatever he could out. Chin up, chest, out, he finally spoke. [Sub][Color=silver]“hi.”[/color][/sub] The word came out sounding like a short and sharp grunt that one did when physically exerting themselves. Just as quickly as it left his mouth, he turned back toward the mead, now wondering if coming to the top deck was such a great idea. It was great, and then it wasn't, and now it's incredible… but was it wise for him to make himself so vulnerable to change? [Color=silver][I]If any of us can keep their wits about them, it's me.[/I][/color] Wendel took a shallow breath before he grabbed the handle of the tankard and brought his earned drink of sweet goodness to his lips. He didn't sip either. Wendel was going to need at least a few good gulps. [/Color]