Ah, family. Dorian could see it everywhere. The elves genuinely cared for each other and loved each other. He wondered what that might be like.
"I haven't had the best of luck with harts," he admitted in slow, careful Elvish. "But I'd like to come with you and I can try to help."
He would rather stay where in case Bramen returned and he wasn't there. He didn't want to worry his love but he didn't want to offend these people either. It seemed better and more respectful to go with them then sit around and wait like a fool.
He gestured for the two men to leave the way. "Dorian Pavus, your names?" he asked, being polite. It's the only thing he has, really.
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"I haven't had the best of luck with harts," he admitted in slow, careful Elvish. "But I'd like to come with you and I can try to help."
He would rather stay where in case Bramen returned and he wasn't there. He didn't want to worry his love but he didn't want to offend these people either. It seemed better and more respectful to go with them then sit around and wait like a fool.
He gestured for the two men to leave the way. "Dorian Pavus, your names?" he asked, being polite. It's the only thing he has, really.