No, she didn’t seem like the type to take to travelling, Naren mused. Much more a shy villager; the elf was surprised she was even talking to him, a stranger in the woods. But, a sweet one at that. Pleasant enough company for a few hours, then as easily forgotten as the path beneath their feet. Anyone less than flamboyant rarely caught Naren’s attention.
“Well, travelling is not for everyone. It is quite the particular way of life.” He shrugged, accepting that much. But to never have left the region one was born in… how closeted.
“Hmm… Perhaps I am a little off course from where I originally was headed. Oslark? I was led to believe it was a little more than a ‘small village’.” With any luck it would be a satellite village, and he could find the larger town without difficulty. “I am a little fatigued, it is true. More so, if I find myself further from my destination than I had hoped.” He allowed disappointment to show on his face, as the kelahati began to take sympathy on him. “And rather more fatigued in pocket. The life of a bard is funded somewhat from song to song, and apparently the South funds little for professions of even my calibre.”
“Well, travelling is not for everyone. It is quite the particular way of life.” He shrugged, accepting that much. But to never have left the region one was born in… how closeted.
“Hmm… Perhaps I am a little off course from where I originally was headed. Oslark? I was led to believe it was a little more than a ‘small village’.” With any luck it would be a satellite village, and he could find the larger town without difficulty. “I am a little fatigued, it is true. More so, if I find myself further from my destination than I had hoped.” He allowed disappointment to show on his face, as the kelahati began to take sympathy on him. “And rather more fatigued in pocket. The life of a bard is funded somewhat from song to song, and apparently the South funds little for professions of even my calibre.”
