Are
For a second he saw a glimmer of... Something. Hard eyes for a moment concerned with what new title to add to the cobbler, but just as quickly as he saw it it passed. Could just as easily had been a figment of his imagination, starlight making his imagination run wild for a mere moment. Thinking he'd seen some fault in the statue, but it only being the marble playing tricks on him. Nerves maybe.
"Them." he grumbled. Fae, elves, álfar. Winged, ornery shits, just as varying as most folks, but having met two of them Are couldn't shake that there was something sinister in them. More somethings to add to the ever growing list of things Are barely understood, or things he understood just enough to get himself into trouble. He thought, his fingers making sure his axe was still by his side.
"Yes. Not enough to tell you anything beyond them having a knack for making me... cross." a small snort escaped, a stifled laugh as he remembered where he was and with whom. Maybe tidbits about how he felt was appropriate hadn't been exactly what Wessex meant, Are realized. "I mean, they seem to like bows, and hiding out in the woods. First one I met almost put an arrow through me. Gave me the chance to talk though. Thanking the gods for that one." he elaborated as they passed deeper into the woods. The meager light of his covered lantern not illuminating more than a few yards before his feet.
"Them." he grumbled. Fae, elves, álfar. Winged, ornery shits, just as varying as most folks, but having met two of them Are couldn't shake that there was something sinister in them. More somethings to add to the ever growing list of things Are barely understood, or things he understood just enough to get himself into trouble. He thought, his fingers making sure his axe was still by his side.
"Yes. Not enough to tell you anything beyond them having a knack for making me... cross." a small snort escaped, a stifled laugh as he remembered where he was and with whom. Maybe tidbits about how he felt was appropriate hadn't been exactly what Wessex meant, Are realized. "I mean, they seem to like bows, and hiding out in the woods. First one I met almost put an arrow through me. Gave me the chance to talk though. Thanking the gods for that one." he elaborated as they passed deeper into the woods. The meager light of his covered lantern not illuminating more than a few yards before his feet.
