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[color=cyan]Time:[/color] Afternoon
[color=cyan]Location:[/color] Roshmi City
[color=cyan]Interactions:[/color] Torvi [@Tae], Belle [@Potter]
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Bowyn cocked his head at Torvi’s outburst, which had caused a slight tremor of the earth. He saw no harm in antagonizing the strangers a bit, even if they did turn out to be potential allies, he needed to show he wasn’t weak.  Letting slights slide by him, showing kindness to random strangers, trusting without cause; these were marks of the weak, and the weak died quick, especially in times of war. So, he gave an eye roll to Torvi, she could befriend these strangers if she wanted to, but he was not going to make connections with the first people to speak to him, he had to pickier than that, he needed to be sure they worthy first. He continued to taunt them some, keeping it lighter than before though, not to appease Torvi, but rather to avoid any more inadvertent use of magic from her that might get them exposed. 

[color=cyan]“I remind you of a child? Would that be from my youthful beauty or delightful playfulness?”[/color] He asked his tone now more playful and less indignant than before. [color=cyan]“Strange you would call me a child right before Torvi decides to become the mother I never had. But I guess Torvi has a point, these are dangerous times, forests and towns are burning and humans have been brought to Avalia to die yet again. But it’s the elves we have to thank for these lovely developments isn’t it?”[/color] Bowyn said, his tone casual but keeping an eye on the two elves as he casually mentioned humans. 

[color=cyan]“Not that I blame all the elves for the actions of a few but when one loses their home for a second time it tends to sting a bit. Sorry if I seem a little bitter.”[/color] Bowyn added, the half sincere apology was his attempt to be more friendly. He doubted the elves were truly here to make friends though, with one giving out an obviously fake name and the other barely speaking, it seemed more like they were doing what he and Torvi were doing; searching for information. So, he kept his words vague enough that they could be interpreted as the bitter musings of one dissatisfied with either Aklenroth or the rebels. He resigned to judge them on their reactions, and hoped keeping the conversation on more provocative topics would distract them from Torvi’s slight use of her magic.