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[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] Meiyu [@Tae]
[b][color=white]Mentions:[/color][/b] Bastion and Talis, Phia, Arya [@PapaOso], [@princess], [@potter]
[Color=tan]Equipment:[/color]
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[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] 3 (on hand)
[Color=silver]Injuries:[/color] None currently
[Color=white]Current Persona:[/color] [b][color=silver]Wendel[/color][/b]

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Wendel had shut his eyes as he gulped down the long-awaited mead. For a few seconds, only a few, Wendel could have mistaken his stool for a grand seat within the confines of a heavenly abode overlooking a grand sparkling lake. Snowcapped mountaintops crested the sky, painted with scattered fluffy white clouds that travelled ever so slowly across it. 

In a life like his, where he wasn’t sure where or when he’d find himself, the small comforts like this one were what helped him keep his wits and sanity. If only he could indulge in the way he desired. Now that would be a dream. Instead, he’d have to settle for a moderate intake of his preferred alcoholic beverage. He convinced himself to have just one more second. One more second of heaven.

[color=7DBC89]“Hello,”[/color] the almost eerie voice of the beauty beside him dragged him down and back to the bar deck of the Stormrider airship. His eyes shot open, and the rim of the tankard left his lips, presenting him with only the reality of his situation. He almost sighed, but instead only his shoulders lowered. The burden of responsibility and maturity had called. Wendel set the tankard down on the bar counter and slightly turned his head toward the woman who had replied. She had been conversing with the woman Bastion seemed to have taken a liking to. [color=silver][i]Good for him. People like him need friends and she seems-[/i][/color]

[color=silver]“Ohh!”[/color] Wendel let out as he witnessed Bastion scoop the yeeping woman up while insisting she take a drink of water. Wendel raised an eyebrow, wondering what he had missed in his short trip to paradise that would lead to such a thing. 

He knew Bastion did not mean any harm, but Wendel could not find the justification for his actions. However, the scene didnt fail in putting a smile on the old dwarf’s face. The innocent awkwardness of the two was a precious thing, a rare thing in these times. Awkwardness. Wendel could at least relate to that feeling as gaze met Meiyu’s amber slitted eyes once more. At first, there were no words to this second exchange, yet this time it was not because he was failing to speak. What he was failing at was his ability to get a read on the woman. Not breaking eye contact, she leaned against the bar. In the same moment, Wendel could hear the voice of the young half-elf woman giving some sort of odd apology to “Ayra.” It was the perfect opportunity to escape but Wendel quickly refused the temptation of it. Instead, he grabbed his tankard again, raising it toward the woman with a friendly smile.

[color=silver]“Lively morning, isn’t it? There’s plenty that has happened on this airship already, it seems. To safe travels at least,”[/color] he toasted before taking the one second he had missed out on. [color=silver]“My name’s Wendel, by the way. I… I don’t think I’ll be finishing this mead, so… If you’re still thirsty and don’t mind the germs of an old dwarf, it’s all yours.”[/color] He felt a tinge of relief, finding talking to her easier than he originally imagined.

Though this was still only the start...


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