I AM ZEVRAN ELF OF UST
[Here's something you don't see everyday at least on the island! An elf! Said pretty-boy elf is standing in front of the ruins, currently disarming silly traps he was able to spot. Also surrounded by cut up monkeys.
He may be pretty, but he's not weak that's for sure.]
I do wonder what got me drunk enough to wake up in the middle of nowhere without the lovely Warden in sight. Unless this is her idea of a joke, but-- ah, even she doesn't get that far-fetched. Not once have I touched a drop of Oghren's own brew and yet here I am! And in front of yet another ruin. And yet no island beauties in sight to help a poor, lost elf. Well, it would not hurt to scout out the area and see if the others are around.
[He mutters a bit darkly in some weird language not!Spanish]
Braska.
He may be pretty, but he's not weak that's for sure.]
I do wonder what got me drunk enough to wake up in the middle of nowhere without the lovely Warden in sight. Unless this is her idea of a joke, but-- ah, even she doesn't get that far-fetched. Not once have I touched a drop of Oghren's own brew and yet here I am! And in front of yet another ruin. And yet no island beauties in sight to help a poor, lost elf. Well, it would not hurt to scout out the area and see if the others are around.
[He mutters a bit darkly in some weird language not!Spanish]
Braska.