While he had added upon his usual travel attire a cloak to wander through the streets of Arlathan as the weather grew colder, he had not expected to need it inside as he did. Enchantments existed that could keep him warm and one such was laid within the fabric upon his shoulders. It had been a gift long ago, one of the few things he had taken from his place of waking that he wished to use, something to ensure his survival no matter the battlefield he walked onto. Honestly speaking, Revas was a tad surprised such magic held after the rise and fall of the veil, but he would not question the wisdom of those no longer living. The cloak itself the darkest of greens, bordering on black yet still granted him the chance to blend into the wilderness if need be, back when the countless wars had not laid waste to the land so much that there was nothing left but a flat expanse of earth and corpses strewn about. No need for such an item here truly, save the warmth it offered him now and more still once he ventured back out into the cooler air later.
As much as the cloak concealed his form, he had not brought any weaponry with him, it felt wrong to do so within the city and instead they had been safely warded out of sight elsewhere for him to collect before he left. Not that he could not call forth such items if need be, but this young elf hardly seemed the type to start attacking him. Though he could see the unease he had created in the boy's form, the line of tension there at being referred to one so young, yet to him he was. It was always ease to tell, for those he'd met thus far, those that were like him - elvhen of old - and those who were not. Their magic felt newer, more complex alongside the emotions they snapped between like a spell being cast, so quick to act.
Words told of devious acts being done within these walls, well that much was obvious. He was no blushing child and he was certain stories of such things from the time of elvhenan would make any child of this age blush. But he was not here to be petty about such matters, but to gather information and there was not much that could sway the elder from his goals. No matter the way this one looked at him, it went ignored as he stepped past the boy. Placing the discarded tome upon the table gently before he gave any sort of answer that the other may seek.
[color=#17b529]"Of that I do not doubt. But I was not speaking of others carelessness da'len, but of yours. Do be more careful in future."[/color]
It was a stare that was leveled down at the young elf, one that spoke of a warning before the warrior turned away and moved to head towards a new set of stacks. Perhaps those stored here would be better suited for his needs, something had to have been preserved by someone. If not by those he knew, but some of their kin who survived the first few centuries after the veil was raised. People had survived, else no one would be here now, it was simple a case of finding where best to look.
As much as the cloak concealed his form, he had not brought any weaponry with him, it felt wrong to do so within the city and instead they had been safely warded out of sight elsewhere for him to collect before he left. Not that he could not call forth such items if need be, but this young elf hardly seemed the type to start attacking him. Though he could see the unease he had created in the boy's form, the line of tension there at being referred to one so young, yet to him he was. It was always ease to tell, for those he'd met thus far, those that were like him - elvhen of old - and those who were not. Their magic felt newer, more complex alongside the emotions they snapped between like a spell being cast, so quick to act.
Words told of devious acts being done within these walls, well that much was obvious. He was no blushing child and he was certain stories of such things from the time of elvhenan would make any child of this age blush. But he was not here to be petty about such matters, but to gather information and there was not much that could sway the elder from his goals. No matter the way this one looked at him, it went ignored as he stepped past the boy. Placing the discarded tome upon the table gently before he gave any sort of answer that the other may seek.
[color=#17b529]"Of that I do not doubt. But I was not speaking of others carelessness da'len, but of yours. Do be more careful in future."[/color]
It was a stare that was leveled down at the young elf, one that spoke of a warning before the warrior turned away and moved to head towards a new set of stacks. Perhaps those stored here would be better suited for his needs, something had to have been preserved by someone. If not by those he knew, but some of their kin who survived the first few centuries after the veil was raised. People had survived, else no one would be here now, it was simple a case of finding where best to look.
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