He shrugs half-heartedly, rolling over with head resting on folded arm. By all appearances, he's still trying to sleep.
"I am not a curiosity to be poked and prodded," he mutters. "I know Sharlayans are sociopathic but if they approach me again I may just set fire to their library."
His answer similarly doesn't really address the Warrior's question. He doesn't know what to think about remaining here, amongst these sundered people. They received a welcome he can now only ever dream of. His sole consolation? He can feel Hythlodaeus' soul hanging about in the aether nearby, watching over him and waiting.
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Date: 2022-08-02 04:23 am (UTC)"I am not a curiosity to be poked and prodded," he mutters. "I know Sharlayans are sociopathic but if they approach me again I may just set fire to their library."
His answer similarly doesn't really address the Warrior's question. He doesn't know what to think about remaining here, amongst these sundered people. They received a welcome he can now only ever dream of. His sole consolation? He can feel Hythlodaeus' soul hanging about in the aether nearby, watching over him and waiting.