[center][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjg4LmU2NjQxZS5WbUZzYjJzZ1IzSnBiVzF5YjNRLC4w/valium.regular.png[/img]

[color=cadetblue]Time:[/color] Afternoon
[color=cadetblue]Location:[/color] Forests north of Roshmi City
[color=cadetblue]Interactions:[/color]  Malachi[@princess], Belle[@Potter], Myra[@13org] O’ner [@Eviledd1984][/center]

Valok wondered on the point of Malachi’s seemingly unimportant questions, the most recent was about where they were from. He wasn’t sure what the value in that information could be but listened to the other’s answers. Belladonna’s response was clipped and told nothing outright, she was very secretive, which meant she was likely hiding something. Mathias’s answer painted a picture that was hard for him to imagine. The description of the man’s home and a dish made by his mother gave a warm feeling. It also gave another feeling, one that was bitter, and he couldn’t name the feeling. Valok felt as if something lacked in his life, something that was both taken and that he had never actually had. He wondered why he felt both happy to hear the man share his lovely memory and sad to have none of his own to share at the same time. 

[color=cadetblue]”Your village sounds very nice, such a wonderful meal must have been a grand treat.”[/color] He said nodding to Mathias, with a small smile. 

[color=cadetblue]”I was forged in an academy in the forests of Daka. Grimmrots, a training camp, one of the toughest ones, only the strongest of my kind can survive it.”[/color] Valok spoke with a pride ingrained into him. Many weaker children died there, they could not survive as he had, and to survive it made one strong, a suitable warrior. 

[color=cadetblue]”From there I trained in The Pits, a right of passage, to survive there is to become a man. I was once nearly gored by a beastman with great horns.”[/color] Valok continued, he even lifted his shirt to show the jagged scar left by horns across his torso. This story and the scar that came with it had impressed many of the soldiers in his battalion. He wondered if light elves were equally proud to share tales of grand scars and deadly battles. 

[hr]

[center][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjY2LjFkZjkwYi5UR1Z2YmlCVGRXeHNhWFpoYmcsLC4w/rabid-science.regular.png[/img]

[color=lime]Time:[/color] Afternoon
[color=lime]Location:[/color] River Port-Surfside Cafe
[color=lime]Interactions:[/color] Lucia[@Potter][/center]

Leon tried not to fiddle with the fake ears too much, but every few minutes he still scratched at them. He couldn’t help it, they were just a bit itchy and he occasionally flicked at the tip of one of them. It was way weird to have to need pointy ears just to go out in public, to try act as if he was an elf and that everything he was looking at wasn’t full of things he’d never seen before. When it came to ordering food he just pointed to a random thing on the menu and ate that, he wasn’t picky and everything he’d tried so far was amazing. His food today was a fish he’d never heard of and strange looking but great tasting vegetables. It was better than food on Earth, even when he’d eaten the finely prepared dishes his parent’s chef had made. Back home real food was a luxury only the wealthy could afford. After leaving home he’d settled for the tasteless but nutrient filled food cubes. Quick and easy meals, which left more time for work, and more productive society, but were far from an enjoyable experience. 

[color=lime]“This is way thrill, lightyears better than food cubes.”[/color] He said making a face at the thought of going back to eating something so bland and tasteless. He liked eating outdoors in the sun, there was a magnificent view of the beach, and the air was clean and just a bit cool and salty. 

Over on the beach there was a stunning woman literally throwing herself onto the chest of a shirtless hunk. Some things, it seemed, didn’t change much no matter the world, and the beach here seemed exactly like the ones back on Earth, only cleaner. He’d only ever visited the beach once as a kid, family vacation, and his parents hadn’t let him do much. That had been a boring waste of a good time, this time would be more fun, he wouldn’t let the beach go to waste. Leon raised an eyebrow at the scowling face Lucia made as a passerby paused to admire the staff she always carried with her. 

[color=lime]“We are never going to make friends if you keep mean muggin everyone who walks by. I'm more than ready to mingle with the locals, or go swimming, or do you surf here?”[/color] Leon leaned back in the chair and tossed a piece of fruit up in the air and into his mouth. The people on the beach didn’t look devious in the least, and there were certainly no evil skeletons walking around either. He was pretty sure he’d notice that. 

[color=lime]“So how old is old Elle anyway? Are elves immortal?”[/color] He whispered a bit surprised that she had described the other elf as an old woman. She didn’t look that old after all, and he realized he’d never seen any real old looking elves.