Alaric meandered through the bustling streets of Denerim, his thoughts drifting like autumn leaves caught in the wind. The city was alive with the sounds of commerce and conversation, a vibrant tapestry of life that had always fascinated him. Yet today, his mind was elsewhere, flitting between memories of old friendships and the bonds he was beginning to forge anew.
As he wandered, his feet carried him to the market square, where a group of street performers had gathered. Their lively music filled the air, drawing a small crowd. Alaric paused, a smile tugging at his lips as he listened to the familiar tune. Without thinking, he began to sing along, his rich baritone blending harmoniously with the musicians' melody. For a moment, he lost himself in the music, his worries and thoughts fading into the background.
The performance ended to applause and scattered cheers, and Alaric nodded appreciatively to the performers, slipping a few coins into their collection bowl. He turned to leave, but something caught his eye—a young man standing at the edge of the crowd, swaying unsteadily. The color had drained from his face, and his eyes were unfocused.
Alaric's healer instincts kicked in immediately. He watched as the young man stumbled away from the square, his movements growing more erratic. Concerned, Alaric quietly followed, weaving through the crowd with practiced ease. As he neared the young man, he could see the signs of impending collapse—shallow breaths, trembling hands, and a glazed look in his eyes.
Alaric sprang forward, reaching out to him so that if he did fall, the Alaric would be able to easily catch him and hold him upright.
@Deyran
As he wandered, his feet carried him to the market square, where a group of street performers had gathered. Their lively music filled the air, drawing a small crowd. Alaric paused, a smile tugging at his lips as he listened to the familiar tune. Without thinking, he began to sing along, his rich baritone blending harmoniously with the musicians' melody. For a moment, he lost himself in the music, his worries and thoughts fading into the background.
The performance ended to applause and scattered cheers, and Alaric nodded appreciatively to the performers, slipping a few coins into their collection bowl. He turned to leave, but something caught his eye—a young man standing at the edge of the crowd, swaying unsteadily. The color had drained from his face, and his eyes were unfocused.
Alaric's healer instincts kicked in immediately. He watched as the young man stumbled away from the square, his movements growing more erratic. Concerned, Alaric quietly followed, weaving through the crowd with practiced ease. As he neared the young man, he could see the signs of impending collapse—shallow breaths, trembling hands, and a glazed look in his eyes.
Alaric sprang forward, reaching out to him so that if he did fall, the Alaric would be able to easily catch him and hold him upright.
Easy there,Alaric said gently, trying to think to himself where he could take the man, the room he rented wasn’t far.
You’re alright. Just take a few deep breaths. Do you think you can make it a bit further? I mean I could try healing you here in the street, but it would be cleaner and easier if we can make it back to my room.
@Deyran
08-06-2024, 08:37 AM
