The Dalish were wary but not cruel. Dorian's presence was alarming but not necessarily unwelcome. Bramen just needed a chance to justify it all, to make certain the Keeper sided with him on this matter. He had a feeling she could be swayed easily enough, all matters considered. Giving Dorian a final look, Bramen nodded and turned to move again.
"I'll try not to be long," he said before he looked to the pair of hunters who moved to either side of Dorian. They didn't make any attempts to touch him or detain him in any manner, they simply watched Bramen go. The elf only made it a few steps before another red-headed elf bounded over. The other man wrapped his arms around Bramen's middle and squeezed him tight, the two men laughing a bit as they let go. Bramen reached out to ruffle up the other man's hair, only to have his hand swatted away. It only took seconds for Bramen to suddenly break out into a run, the other elf chasing after him, leaving Dorian and the others behind.
One of the hunters turned to look at Dorian. Though his hair had flecks of grey at the temples, he appeared to be the younger one of the two, looking the man over with a bit of a hum. "The Keeper's First has missed his kin," he explained, speaking perfect common though he spoke slowly. "They will be some time at the Keeper's side. We cannot welcome you into our camp until she has given us her blessing."
The older one let out a grunt and nodded, as though supporting his brother's choice. "Our lethallin has been away for many seasons now. The Keeper will no doubt defer to his whims, if only for this evening," he was a little gruffer in his speech, his common not quite as precise. "We could show you around the outskirts of our camp. We are to retrieve the halla from grazing shortly - you are permitted to join us."
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"I'll try not to be long," he said before he looked to the pair of hunters who moved to either side of Dorian. They didn't make any attempts to touch him or detain him in any manner, they simply watched Bramen go. The elf only made it a few steps before another red-headed elf bounded over. The other man wrapped his arms around Bramen's middle and squeezed him tight, the two men laughing a bit as they let go. Bramen reached out to ruffle up the other man's hair, only to have his hand swatted away. It only took seconds for Bramen to suddenly break out into a run, the other elf chasing after him, leaving Dorian and the others behind.
One of the hunters turned to look at Dorian. Though his hair had flecks of grey at the temples, he appeared to be the younger one of the two, looking the man over with a bit of a hum. "The Keeper's First has missed his kin," he explained, speaking perfect common though he spoke slowly. "They will be some time at the Keeper's side. We cannot welcome you into our camp until she has given us her blessing."
The older one let out a grunt and nodded, as though supporting his brother's choice. "Our lethallin has been away for many seasons now. The Keeper will no doubt defer to his whims, if only for this evening," he was a little gruffer in his speech, his common not quite as precise. "We could show you around the outskirts of our camp. We are to retrieve the halla from grazing shortly - you are permitted to join us."