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        -- - A BLUE man. . .  that’s definitely a first.  quill had heard tales of blue people- they were usually tieflings- but this one had no horns protruding from his head.  what could he be?  it seemed they both were heading the same direction, seeing as they both had exited the town and started down a path into the woods- perhaps he could make conversation?      the clanging of metal and rustling of his bag could be heard rather clearly- but quill paced up to him as best as he could.   ❛ hello, stranger-. . . ❜   he paused, trying to think of what to say-           he wasn’t the best at this kind of thing.

   ❛ i see we are both heading in the same direction, would you mind if i joined you? ❜

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        -- - SEATED INSIDE a tavern- a little boy with a notebook and pen was probably the last thing on his list of. . . ` things i’d see in a tavern.` yet he was approached, and promptly questioned about gods know what.  blue eyes traced the figure before him- yet the words coming from his mouth fell on deaf ears.  he was just so. .  appalled that he was approached suddenly.       ❛ i.. i apologize, can you repeat the question, stranger? ❜

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        -- - QUILL WAS . . . well, lost.  he wasn’t too familiar with these woods- and found himself simply wandering for . . gods know how long.    after a while, he spots a campfire, and quickly approaches it.  spotting a woman with.. fairly interesting hair- he mused.  hair doesn’t usually turn white from the tips, does it?  no matter.

he approaches her, trying to seem as un-threatening as possible.    ❛ good evening.. do you happen to know where we might be?  i seem to have lost my way. ❜   

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    now as i write my song             i retrace my steps                                                       ( honestly, it’s easier                                                          to let myself forget )

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         -- - QUILL WASN’T one to know much about lore- he was created for destruction.  but as he got used to his defection and escape, the prototype learned how interesting it might be.  using his constructed hands for creation, deft and articulate - they made wonderful pieces of art with charcoal that was left over from a dying fire.      he was doing more of the same, this afternoon.

seated on what must be a toppled tree, he was sketching the ruins of a.. rather large building.  taking in the immaculate details- the carvings.  he found it beautiful.                and yet. . .

he couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to the residents.  was this abandoned?  no, it doesn’t look too old- but, - - -           a twig snapped behind him, and he stood up abruptly, turning towards the sound.

      ❛ who goes there-? ❜

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"Let's see, I've only gotten one town destroyed by fire and technically it was only one third my fault. Maybe even one fourth."

          -- - HIS PUPILS shrink as the wizard continues to speak.  the more words that pour from his mouth make quill shrink back.  does he have no remorse?  the warforged reaches a hand up, scratching the side of his mask.   was this a joke?

     ❛ a. . .  ah?  d. . . did everyone survive?  why was it burned down, stranger? ❜   he stands there awkwardly- making sure to keep his guard up.   ❛ towns don’t burn down without reason. ❜   unless the gods were angered, he supposed.

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    now as i write my song             i retrace my steps                                                       ( honestly, it's easier                                                          to let myself forget )

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good mornin’ y’all!      i am aggressively sick this fine thursday afternoon, which means i don’t have to go to class!

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          -- - HE PAUSES as soon as another voice is heard from behind.  oh no- caught in the act.  the warforged was, in fact, intending on petting the creature.  hearing the stranger speak, his hand was immediately drawn back.                     quill didn’t want another scar.

      ❛ thank you for the warning, stranger. ❜   his voice rings out, holding his arm close to his chest.  turning to look at him.  an elf, of sorts, is what the construct can gather.  the floating isn’t anything he’s seen before, but he braves himself to ask them of something.   ❛ is this yours? . . . and is there anything i may. . . pet. ❜   it seems he has his priorities in check.

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        “ i would be careful if i were you. moorbounders can bite through most metal armour, and they do like to bite. “ essek cautioned the other as they had swerved to perhaps try and pet the beast, tied up in a pen. “ they only bond with one person usually. “     he floated a foot off the ground, arms folded in his robes as he regarded the other with a quizzical brow. purple hues assess them quickly, with the slightest hint of a glance up and down their form. 

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          -- - QUILL WASN’T opposed to talking with the half-orc.  but as the conversation went on and.. eventually derailed, he found himself getting more and more interested in talking with him.  his blue eyes traced the edges of the pint he had been offered by the bartender.  likely a way to.. find out what he was.  despite adventurers & guards alike come waltzing in.. clad in armor.                    why was he any different?

     he watched the other cross his arms- leaning next to his empty cup.  was he drunk? ...  it wasn’t like quill could tell.    ❛ well, yes.  i suppose it’s ... human nature to change, is it not? ❜   not that the warforged would know anything about that. if fjord looks closely, he can notice that quill’s ‘mouth’ has not moved since they started talking.

    ❛ it takes a.. certain kind of person to admit they were- or are -wrong.  most hu-- people do not. ❜   reaching a hand back and under his hood, he rubs at a smoothed out hole in his wood.  he winces slightly.

          sliding the pint over to his conversation partner, he turns to face him.    ❛ my name is quill- i apologize for not introducing myself until now, my friend. ❜