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Elan · November 1, 2006, 10:43 AM

The problem with non-elves, as Elan saw it, was that they were too loud. Neither age nor gender made a difference. And from the racket the gnome was putting up, height didn't matter either. If anything, the shortness just made him all the more strident and irritating. For once though, Elan said nothing, still sated and content from the meal. The emptiness in his stomach had vanished, replaced by a wonderful fullness that lifted his spirits and brought renewed vigor to his limbs.

So Elan just leaned against a rock, sipping at a cup of water and watching as the others exchanged jibes and threats. All this talk of orcs did not worry him one bit. The caravan he'd been traveling with had made no mention of the beasts. He himself had been walking the sands for the better part of two brightenings, and he hadn't seen even a hint of the brutes. In fact, this encampment was the first sign of civilization he'd come across in all that time. Most likely this trek would end in failure for Horo and QM, for which Elan felt slightly sad. They had shared their food with him and likely saved his life. The least he could do was travel with them on their foolish journey, for at least part of the way.

And he wasn't in any hurry to get to Imperia and Silrosia, anyway.

He waited until the gnome and the lizardman had found what they wanted from the pack animals, then walked over to scrounge whatever he could for himself. Elan rummaged for a second, then pulled out a cloak and shawl to shield himself from the suns, both of which he immediately donned. After a moment's hesitation also pulled out a a short-hafted spear, then proceeded to walk towards one of the free camels.

November 1, 2006, 10:43 AM	#15 (permalink)
Elan Citizen Join Date: Nov 2005 Location: Medonia Posts: 91	The problem with non-elves, as Elan saw it, was that they were too loud. Neither age nor gender made a difference. And from the racket the gnome was putting up, height didn't matter either. If anything, the shortness just made him all the more strident and irritating. For once though, Elan said nothing, still sated and content from the meal. The emptiness in his stomach had vanished, replaced by a wonderful fullness that lifted his spirits and brought renewed vigor to his limbs. So Elan just leaned against a rock, sipping at a cup of water and watching as the others exchanged jibes and threats. All this talk of orcs did not worry him one bit. The caravan he'd been traveling with had made no mention of the beasts. He himself had been walking the sands for the better part of two brightenings, and he hadn't seen even a hint of the brutes. In fact, this encampment was the first sign of civilization he'd come across in all that time. Most likely this trek would end in failure for Horo and QM, for which Elan felt slightly sad. They had shared their food with him and likely saved his life. The least he could do was travel with them on their foolish journey, for at least part of the way. And he wasn't in any hurry to get to Imperia and Silrosia, anyway. He waited until the gnome and the lizardman had found what they wanted from the pack animals, then walked over to scrounge whatever he could for himself. Elan rummaged for a second, then pulled out a cloak and shawl to shield himself from the suns, both of which he immediately donned. After a moment's hesitation also pulled out a a short-hafted spear, then proceeded to walk towards one of the free camels.