FUCKIT, TIMESKIP

[iconoclassist]

[WELCOME TO RA-ZEHMAN. It's glorious, green and gorgeous, a jungle oasis out in the middle of the desert, half-built of trees and sandstone architecture, with water flowing in rivers designed to flow through the whole city. This doesn't make it any less unbearably warm.

Naturally, upon arrival, the group has scattered to do whatever the hell tourists do in the capital of Elfistan, and more alarming, certain rangers have also vanished, although the stag is still around and seems content to slowly herd point dhampirs in various directions.

So you're loose in the city and your elf is probably not plotting something, the sun is shining, like seriously shining, why is the FOE theme playing, and the elves themselves keep peeking out their houses to stare at him. what do.]

Comments

[fieldarcanum]

Oh, I am certain. I have noticed in my travels, that for all that people need adventurers to keep them safe, they seem happiest when they bid us farewell. It is rather strange...

[iconoclassist]

Oh, wasn't the adventuring I had in mind. That won't be a problem here, anyway. Such a thing is considered honorable for young elves to do for a time.

[fieldarcanum]

Then what were you talking about, Shirin?

[He'll uncross his legs and open his eyes, finally, looking at her.]

[iconoclassist]

...Well, I was thinking...the simplest way to cause a stir would be just one change in how we meet the Queen.

[She's still looking at the light, which does mean that faint blush is a little easier to see on her skin.]

See, they would instruct you to arrive a few steps behind me, lead by a Guide as proper. I...would have you arrive at my side.