Bramen couldn't help but let out a bit of a snort as Dorian addressed the older elf, grinning a bit to himself. Even Taehel let out a short laugh, raising his hand as he shook his head.
"Haren is my title, shem," he said, though he didn't speak the word maliciously. "It means Elder in our tongue," the man explained, "Elder Taehel. And we require nothing in return. As I have said, you've returned Bramen to us, you've kept him safe. We could not ask for anything of you, aso you ahve bestowed upon us such relief... Though should you insist, you may do a favour for me," the craftsman said, moving towards his aravel and opening one of the crates inside. He dug around a little before returning, offering Dorian up a stick of incense.
"Light this and place it upon Falon'Din's statue. That is where the two of you will be heading next," Taehel gave Bramen a brief glance, the younger elf nodding. It seemed the logical place.
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"Haren is my title, shem," he said, though he didn't speak the word maliciously. "It means Elder in our tongue," the man explained, "Elder Taehel. And we require nothing in return. As I have said, you've returned Bramen to us, you've kept him safe. We could not ask for anything of you, aso you ahve bestowed upon us such relief... Though should you insist, you may do a favour for me," the craftsman said, moving towards his aravel and opening one of the crates inside. He dug around a little before returning, offering Dorian up a stick of incense.
"Light this and place it upon Falon'Din's statue. That is where the two of you will be heading next," Taehel gave Bramen a brief glance, the younger elf nodding. It seemed the logical place.