It's not usual to find a stranger so near the perimeter set by the scouts. It's even more unusual to find that stranger unattended— anyone who got this far without being filled with arrows would ordinarily be escorted. What's strangest of all is, Sorrel has really got no idea what in the world he's looking at.
Pointed ears is a good start, but it's as short as a Dwarf, grey as a Qunari, and the proportions are... strange. It's like someone put bits from all over Thedas into one person and then dumped him in one of the more dangerous spots in the forest.
"...Andaran atish’an, stranger," He calls, from a little distance away. Sorrel leans on his staff companionably, his face inked in white, and his green robes well-suited to the wooded surrounds, "You have business here, or are you just unlucky?"
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Date: 2025-12-12 11:29 pm (UTC)Pointed ears is a good start, but it's as short as a Dwarf, grey as a Qunari, and the proportions are... strange. It's like someone put bits from all over Thedas into one person and then dumped him in one of the more dangerous spots in the forest.
"...Andaran atish’an, stranger," He calls, from a little distance away. Sorrel leans on his staff companionably, his face inked in white, and his green robes well-suited to the wooded surrounds, "You have business here, or are you just unlucky?"