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[b]Time:[/b] [color=cornflowerblue]Morning[/color]
[b]Location:[/b] [color=cornflowerblue]Southwest of Roshmi City[/color]
[b]Interaction:[/b] [color=cornflowerblue]Brigitte [@Tae], Mister Luum [@FunnyGuy], Rue [@Potter], and Bowyn [@Helo][/color]
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There was certainly a lot to process in such a short amount of time. The first few days alone Bardulf had been coping with the fact that he was essentially dead to his original world. His family would likely worry about him, and for that he regretted not being able to say his proper goodbyes. But as his father would've told him - [/color]"Son, a man only has so long to mourn or grieve before being forced backed out in to the world. Be ready for you will see this yourself many times in your life." [color=cornflowerblue] - He certainly wasn't wrong. Bardulf steeled himself and focused more on the world in front of him as best he could, shelving the more depressing thoughts for another day. It was rather easy to take in the sights and the new fauna he could explore and experience for himself. 

Every sight he saw he would take a moment to appreciate it's beauty before being quickly whisked back towards the group. The long walk was certainly unexpected, but Bardulf had spent over half his life walking in the wilderness, so his legs were in fine shape for the journey. He was rather timid around these folks at first, namely Mister Luum who seemed to be the head of the group. His bold nature was an unusual strain of interaction for Bardulf but he slowly grew accustomed to his mannerisms day by day. He found it odd that the one with red hair, he believed her name to be Brigette, did not speak for awhile. But honestly, Bardulf had little words to share at first too so he simply let it be.

The first two people looked at least somewhat human compared to what Bardulf was used to, but the later two fairies, Rue and Bowyn, certainly left Bardulf staring perhaps a smidge longer than was socially acceptable. But he was simply too curious not to. As the days went on, he found Bowyn to be fairly serious in their interactions, meaning Bardulf made sure not to bother him unless it was truly necessary. Rue on the other hand, was rather sweet and often the one to yoink Bardulf back towards the group whenever he would wander or stare for too long at an exotic plant or animal. She was also the best at finding him whenever he snuck away to be by himself at night. His old habits were hard to break, but he began to see that he was more or less a VIP in this setting, and should try to not separate himself for fear of being ambushed, kidnapped, or worse.

He had a flurry of questions, but he knew in time Mister Luum would likely answer most if not all of them. It seemed to be part of his roundabout methodology. And as the approached their destination, Roshmi City, Mister Luum exclaimed to Bardulf about it's beauty and the wonder of there being no trouble on their way to this city. He spoke to Mister Luum with a low voice, just creeping about a whisper. yet the sheer base in his voice carried it rather far enough for everyone to hear.

[color=Aqua]"Well, Mister Luum, it's certainly gorgeous. Everything here is still so naturally preserved but cities still seem to flourish so much. Makes me glad."[/color] He paused before addressing the part about there being 'no danger'. [color=Aqua]"I would prefer no danger honestly. I've already had a few embarrassing hiccups with this lightning magic of mine. I should probably get it under wraps before long."[/color] He said sheepishly, thinking back to the times he would jolt people when he bumped into them or when he sneezed and sent a small bolt of lightning into a nearby tree.

It was around then that the red-haired woman, at Mister Luum's request, began to chatter about another elf. Bardulf took a moment to focus on where Brigette pointed and suddenly a wave of anxiety hit his body. It had been quite some time since he felt murderous intent like that, but he knew the scent and feel of a predator when he felt it. Momentary flashes of his last encounter with the bear who gave him scar flickered in his mind, but he waved it away before looking to group.

[color=aqua]"Definitely being chased. Something big is hunting. At least it feels big. It's making the hairs on my neck stand up straight." [/color] He hoisted his cowl up and looked in the direction he felt the presence, looking around to the group for anyone to make the first move before deciding to jump into something like this.

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