05-22-2014, 06:44 PM
Bal'diroth wrinkles his nose. "Quite true. No vain person would wear... that... in public."
He glances up at Briar and frowns. "The lands have changed much since your boat landed. You've drawn much attention, little of it good. Past safe places are dens for invasive species, peaceful places traps for the unwary."
He stands, and his frown has turned into a look of simmering anger. "You humans are reckless, and thoughtless. As one who could lead them, keep your kin in line and minimize the damage you've all already caused. You want a safe place? Your tent. The field in view of tavern. The middle of your camp surrounded by allies and barbaric steel."
Taking a breath, Bal'diroth shakes his head, spins on his heel, and with long strides walks purposefully toward the treeline.
He glances up at Briar and frowns. "The lands have changed much since your boat landed. You've drawn much attention, little of it good. Past safe places are dens for invasive species, peaceful places traps for the unwary."
He stands, and his frown has turned into a look of simmering anger. "You humans are reckless, and thoughtless. As one who could lead them, keep your kin in line and minimize the damage you've all already caused. You want a safe place? Your tent. The field in view of tavern. The middle of your camp surrounded by allies and barbaric steel."
Taking a breath, Bal'diroth shakes his head, spins on his heel, and with long strides walks purposefully toward the treeline.
A tall, serious-looking Wild Elf with long, dark, wavy hair and a short beard. He is most often seen with a dagger at his hip and medical tools on his person, sporting undyed fabrics and hides.