[h1][color=39b54a][b]Tillius[/b][/color][/h1]
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Soldiers being soldiers, Tillius never really fell into deep sleep if he is not on a comfy bed, albeit he learned to tune out the casual chatters of others in the distance. However, the sound of carving behind him was too strange for him to not be alarmed. His red eyes shot open, holding onto his shield to stand up. He was ready to unsheathe his sword as well, but held back his instinct until he learned who or what this was. This was no longer a battlefield against rebels after all.

To his maybe surprise, maybe confusion, maybe relief, maybe a combination of all three, it was just an elf carving something. His alerted posture relaxed considerably, as he let out his breathe. And in case he had caused any unpleasant surprises, he held up a palm in apologies, and/or to show that he didn't mean any harm. 

[color=39b54a]"Are you one of Vesemir's people?"[/color] He asked the elf, retracted his palm, and stepped out from the trees, revealing himself fully. 

[@Visyn]