Fools, why was he surrounded by fools.
The darkly clad elf stalked down the streets of trollsbane, his velvet cloak resting upon his shoulders and his eyes transfixed upon a point ahead of him no other could see. Many would have named him handsome if not for the deep scar running across his jaw line.
I remember nothing, nothing.. and yet from what i hear, do i wish to remember.
Turning down a side road the elf stops in his steps and pulls his cloak to the side to look upon his fractured arm, resting lifelessly within a splint a human had made for him upon his arrival, a day to be remembered as it was his first...
Laying out within gutters, his mind blank. Blood soaked and shivvering, many stepped past him until he was dragged from his refuge by a human, a large swordsman from the look of him, his step strong, and his features stern. the large male hefted him up by the shoulder, unknown that he Dravish was in no state to be moved, pain darkness....
Pain, light.. he was within a seat in what looked to be a shop, a group of women were co-oeing over him as if he were a child, he knew none, but this was no suprise as it seemed he knew nothing, nothing before this human who now stood to the side had rescued him it seemed.. The females applied various tonics to his wounds, he cared not anymore, for to care one most know how to, and this feat seemed beyond him.
Who are you, what your name.. these and many more questions washed over the elf's mind as those about him spoke. Yet his answer remained the same.
I do not know...
Then one stepped forward, an elfess. one of his kind, her complexion smoothe and her eyes innocent, her gaze resting upon the broken creature which was he. She whispered in the watery tongue of the elfs, words for only he to hear.
' I am Isilwin, you are Dravish '
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