Terraism
Explorer
"Academic, actually." Laumus fingers the back of an empty chair, hesitating to draw it up and seat himself at the table. "It seems that everywhere I turn in this little hamlet - ah, in Hommlet - people are mentioning the place. And even in... even back home, that is, I'd heard bits and tales of the story. For something so far, and to lay abandoned... I'm a bit curious, I'll admit." The young man speaks with a bit of an accent, but faint, hard to place. Still, despite his nervousness, he looks Baran in the eyes while speaking.
Now you've done it, Laumus. Gone and got yourself involved with a cadre of burly men (and an elf, but, well,) who... well, the largest of the bunch seems friendly enough, at least. What is he, though? I swear, I've read naught on any gray-skinned giants that talk with men... eep! Don't stare, Laumus!
Now you've done it, Laumus. Gone and got yourself involved with a cadre of burly men (and an elf, but, well,) who... well, the largest of the bunch seems friendly enough, at least. What is he, though? I swear, I've read naught on any gray-skinned giants that talk with men... eep! Don't stare, Laumus!