[color=goldenrod][h2][center]Terilu[/center][/h2][/color]

Terilu feels absurdly happy about being in a city again. It's the wrong kind of city, of course- it's not an Eratie one by any stretch of the imagination, with that sand-colored adobe and the hot air- but still it is undeniably, intrinsically, unmistakably a City. Capitalized. It smells like one. It [i]feels[/i] like one in spirit. Terilu half-suspects he could navigate it alone, so familiar he is with the urban wilderness. But his problem is that he likes company too much; far too much, for a necromancer. He catches himself feeling nearly glad when the young half-orc (Terilu has never reasoned out what the other half must be) catches up to him and Gadri. Good. Another young person, another rare breed, has joined their little party.

Terilu wonders if, from the ancient dwarf Gadri's perspective, they're giving a tour to two children. Terilu is half-tempted to whine, "But when are we going to get something to [i]eat[/i]?" like he used to whenever one of his fathers took him out of the nest. He doesn't, but he's tempted to. Really, Terilu is glad the orc-whatever-the-other-half-may-be is here. He has no clue what his name is, but he's seen him wandering around the camp, and Terilu always finds it a welcome sight to see someone nearly as small as himself. Then he doesn't feel so [i]dwarfed[/i] (ha-ha!) by all the tall skinned races. He'd guess that the orc-boy is still stronger than him, and being weaker than a child is always embarrassing, but there's nothing to be done about it. Orcs are savages.

The savage child says, "[color=Forestgreen]"Are all holds this big?"[/color]

Terilu laughs at the question. "[color=goldenrod]This isn't [i]big[/i],[/color]" he says. "[color=goldenrod]Close, but no. New Dawnlit, the capital of Tureiamú? Have you ever been there?[/color]" He looks the boy up and down. "[color=goldenrod]No, no I don't think you have, but that's a big city. You learn to fly one day, and I'll give you the proper tour.[/color]"

He doesn't mention that you can get around New Dawnlit pretty well by walking, so long as you stick to the streets and public areas. Older, bigger and sicker Eratie cannot be expected to fly- the Diviner himself, it's rumored, does not fly- and if foreigners like this one ever do come to Tureiamú, it's always to the gates of New Dawnlit that they come knocking. But the orc-boy doesn't need to know any of that. Terilu just likes reminding people that he can fly and they can't.