[@Letter Bee] [@Lady Athena]

[center][h2]Krunk-Mobile, Storage Bay[/h2]
[sub]Found it[/sub][/center]

Zerraf hunched his back and leaned forward to be at eye level with Alexander as he spoke, his face just close enough to be uncomfortable. He had a dazed look to his eyes as if they had painted over with gloss, and he swayed to and from Alexander as if he were about to fall at any moment. Each time the red mage leaned forward, the brim of his wide hat would scrape against Alexander's hair, again, and again, and again. An observant person would note small cuts focused around Zerraf's half-mask.

When Alexander was finished speaking, the red mage squinted and looked up and down Alexander's body, face, arms. He'd repeat this numerous times, assessing his form with scrutiny. As if he were to remember each detail at some later date. Standing tall once again, Zerraf shrugged. [color=ed1c24]"Ey-eh? You're not round like the other ones."[/color] With this, Zerraf turned toward the pile of supplies and found his belongings as Alex discussed their situation. He picked everything up with his left hand, oddly enough, before sheathing his rapier in its desired place. Amidst the junk there was one holy grail: a 1200 thread-count pillow with periwinkle covering and golden tinge. He carried the pillow with his left arm and cradled it on his shoulder, as someone may a wooden beam, before gently laying his head down. Paradise. He began to walk back toward Alexander. [color=ed1c24]"Nah. They're already inside, you can't fool me ball man."[/color] Zerraf said with a soft exhale, in the tone of a sleeping man.

Just at that moment, Eleanor burst through the wall. Zerraf opened an eye to investigate. [color=ed1c24]"Yo-oy yo. Sis. Let's get out of here."[/color] Sis? That was odd. Eleanor had never seen and likely never heard of Zerraf before. Maybe he was confusing you with someone else? You both did have the white hair and rapier. In any case, true to his word, Zerraf dropped his pillow as if it were not the latest, greatest discovery in recent history. Thud. He extended his left hand to your bloody right, his normally glazed eyes now shining. Arcing and crinkling, smiling even.