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[center][h1][color=Crimson]Baldur[/color][/h1][/center]
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[color=fff79a]"...the jar."[/color]

[color=a187be]"...Eh?"[/color]

[color=fff79a]"When we get home, you're going in the jar."[/color]

Baldur watched the elf bicker with her miniscule companion in subtle amusement. It was rare that he ever saw levity among a gathering of soldiers. Although...."soldier" seemed a stretch, for the woman: She certainly wore the garb of cavalier, but nothing else about her befitted a warrior, to him. She was too thin, her skin was smooth and pale, free of any marks or scars, and she seemed young- Obscenely young, barely more than a child. Looking around, however, it occurred him that she was no outlier among the crowd....in fact, if anyone was the odd one out, it was him. Nearly [i]everyone[/i] he could see appeared incredibly young and unblemished...much more so than he, at least. What was this trek up the Tower, a fairground attraction? He briefly balked at the thought that his entire journey was simply playing babysitter to a spirit's spot of childish amusement.

"Good day to you, zir!"

His derailed train of thought was redirected once again, however, when a ridiculous accent cut through the noise of the crowd right at him. He glanced toward the source of the voice, seeing the halfling-elf make his approach toward him. His garb certainly didn't look like the local dress, and with his tanned skin....one of the desert nations, perhaps? Baldur was uncertain. The man did, at least, look mildly older than the rest, with eyes marked with experience. Though of what, he still did not know.

"I zpied a little with my eye, and you zeem quite out of plaze in thiz crowd! Of courze, I may come acrozz az that az well. Zo, let me introduze myzelf: I am Rolle and am, az they call me, a zummoner. May I azk for your name az well?"

Baldur raised his head slightly, revealing his sharp, piercing blue eyes from underneath his wide hat. [color=Crimson]"Ah....A fellow stranger in a strange land, then."[/color] He spoke in a voice that was as deep and guttural as it was soft and refined. He gave Rolle a small smile, which seemed both guarded, yet filled with confidence. [color=Crimson]"You may call me Baldur."[/color]