Devinihm, wilden druid
Devinihm steps back a moment, then cocks his head, smiling as he looks Earth over. He moves closer, emerald eyes taking in all the details, the leaves in his cloak shuddering a bit in his clear fascinated excitement.
"Earth, indeed," he says, stooping down to pick up a bit of the dirt that's fallen off the warforged. He tastes it, as if sampling a new cuisine. Then he smiles.
"My mangroves would love you," he says, then frowns a second as if realizing something, "but they would make it much harder to move about, so you probably shouldn't visit them. I'm glad to meet you, though. I left the mangroves to see new things, you know."
As the wilden steps throw the door, the earthen warforged turns his head to watch him, from his stationary position. Without saying a word, Earth walks, stomping towards the creature. Dirt falls from all his joints, as he approaches; not menacingly, but the general bluntless and seemingly life-less features of the rock warforged are intrinsically intimidating. "You" he states. "You are like me, born from the earth. I am Earth, warden of the hills, Son of the Rock." he states, emotionless voice, like sliding stones, comes from the place his mouth should be. His empty eye sockets aim at the wilden.
Devinihm steps back a moment, then cocks his head, smiling as he looks Earth over. He moves closer, emerald eyes taking in all the details, the leaves in his cloak shuddering a bit in his clear fascinated excitement.
"Earth, indeed," he says, stooping down to pick up a bit of the dirt that's fallen off the warforged. He tastes it, as if sampling a new cuisine. Then he smiles.
"My mangroves would love you," he says, then frowns a second as if realizing something, "but they would make it much harder to move about, so you probably shouldn't visit them. I'm glad to meet you, though. I left the mangroves to see new things, you know."