[Open] Home is where your head lies

Ailwin raised an interested eyebrow at the words, not been awake long. He’d heard of ancient elves waking up all over. He was friends with at least one of them, a tattoo artist, though apparently Nahreida was something more than just an ancient elf, an aberration, but she’d proven useful to Ailwin tenfold since meeting her.

Ah, an ancient. Well, welcome back I suppose. Not sure you’ll like this world you’ve woken up in. I’ve been told it hasn’t changed much. War, slavery, inequality, all rampant in this lovely world you find yourself in. Only thing that’s changed is who holds the shackles. At least from what Nahreida had explained to him. Crazy to think the gods he’d been raised to believe in were really just a bunch of powerful elves with overinflated egos.

It’s in my benefit to be as acquainted with as many faces as possible around here. That and I have an eidetic memory, definitely helps matters. Why? Are you looking for someone? He asked, his reach beyond Orlais wasn’t as gripping as he’d like, but he was doing his best to stretch and grow his and Aerona’s organisation so that they had more resources in the kingdoms beyond Orlais.