ISAR
Arm yourself
No aggression appeared forthcoming. Pleased with his ability to avoid getting curbstomped, the ram-horned Ancient shrugged with one shoulder and offered up a lazy grin. "Oh, just poking around, avoiding trouble... Seems I conveniently missed the fun here. Lucky me."
Unabashed, dark eyes took in the Ancient from top to toe, searching for similarities to people he'd once known. Not that he was finding any; black hair and dark eyes were not uncommon and there was little else to go on. "You know... I never thought I'd hear that drawl again. It's not exactly the same, but close enough. You really are from Whitebrim, aren't you?"
Unabashed, dark eyes took in the Ancient from top to toe, searching for similarities to people he'd once known. Not that he was finding any; black hair and dark eyes were not uncommon and there was little else to go on. "You know... I never thought I'd hear that drawl again. It's not exactly the same, but close enough. You really are from Whitebrim, aren't you?"
Because no one else here will save you
