FreeXenon
American Male (he/him); INTP ADHD Introverted Geek
Immarael (Male Eldarin Sorcerer 1) HP:26 Def: 12 - 12/12/16
Immarael accepted Julian's hand and slowly pulls himself to his feet.
The Eladrin mutters "...by Corellan's grace..." as he surveys the carnage and shakes his head at the wanton destruction realizing how lucky he is to be alive. The melange of burning flesh and wood hangs heavily on his clothes and in his hair... and on his face. "It's Immarael, and thank you, Julian. He shakes his head in sadness.
"These were some good and honest folk that died today. I am happy to be alive though." He manages a weak smile.
"This place seems to have a stark contrast of people about. Some people that want to blow you up, and the others that want to help you up. I am not sure if me or my body is going to be able to get used to that."
After taking the scene in he wonders if there is enough left of the ale to take to the warehouse to finish the caravan's journey. 'At least I can do that for them' he thinks to himself.
"Are you from around here, Julian? A healer sounds like a good idea, and so does a place to stay for the night while I stop bleeding." He smiles to who will hopefully be a new found friend in this not-so- friendly city.
Immarael accepted Julian's hand and slowly pulls himself to his feet.
The Eladrin mutters "...by Corellan's grace..." as he surveys the carnage and shakes his head at the wanton destruction realizing how lucky he is to be alive. The melange of burning flesh and wood hangs heavily on his clothes and in his hair... and on his face. "It's Immarael, and thank you, Julian. He shakes his head in sadness.
"These were some good and honest folk that died today. I am happy to be alive though." He manages a weak smile.
"This place seems to have a stark contrast of people about. Some people that want to blow you up, and the others that want to help you up. I am not sure if me or my body is going to be able to get used to that."
After taking the scene in he wonders if there is enough left of the ale to take to the warehouse to finish the caravan's journey. 'At least I can do that for them' he thinks to himself.
"Are you from around here, Julian? A healer sounds like a good idea, and so does a place to stay for the night while I stop bleeding." He smiles to who will hopefully be a new found friend in this not-so- friendly city.
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