Post by Fogwalker of the Walking Stone on Dec 9, 2021 23:48:12 GMT
They sit calmly at a table within Fort Ettin and observe the revelry of the large hall around them, always observing, but not often observed themself. That might change very soon as the looming tall firbolg dressed all in black is used to hiding in plain sight in forests, not alleyways and bars.
He can’t help but tap the bone rings on his hands against the mug he holds, there’s a beat to the ebb and flow of people in here. Wildflower, or BB to those here, was so nervous when he set off to see this Fort as she assumed they would be overwhelmed, but as they scan another look over the crowd they can’t help but feel at ease. So at ease they close their eyes to focus on it all after years of wondering what this outside world would be like.
Ah yes, so many souls in here. So bright! Does it not fill you with trepidation? It does for me…
Fog doesn’t answer to the Mist mentally, instead opening his eyes to sip his tea before he gives a very slight shrug.
He can’t help but tap the bone rings on his hands against the mug he holds, there’s a beat to the ebb and flow of people in here. Wildflower, or BB to those here, was so nervous when he set off to see this Fort as she assumed they would be overwhelmed, but as they scan another look over the crowd they can’t help but feel at ease. So at ease they close their eyes to focus on it all after years of wondering what this outside world would be like.
Ah yes, so many souls in here. So bright! Does it not fill you with trepidation? It does for me…
Fog doesn’t answer to the Mist mentally, instead opening his eyes to sip his tea before he gives a very slight shrug.
