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<blockquote data-quote="Archon Basileus" data-source="post: 7399312" data-attributes="member: 6855545">Drui was still musing on the visions he had on account of the elk. For the most part, he spent his time considering the implications of potential alliances. Truth is that he felt ashamed in the presence of noblemen, specially around elfic blood. Living among the surface races left him indifferent towards old grudges his own people might have against elves. He himself had some difficulty understanding Angis, and this made him even more aware of his own misplaced nature, all around. After the vision, things got even worse, making him even more distracted. When he came to his senses, they were already on their merry way. Drui would rather just fall in line by the side of Enseth, as he used to. With a quiet disposition, he heard Tommi's questions to Angis. He was curious as well, and he couldn't deny it. Somehow, his family kept the greenskin hate - and little by little he began to understand why - but they'd never mention elves, except in old tales of rivalry, lost to Drui anyway. Perhaps Angis might shed some light on the matter, after all.Funny. Even as he felt compelled to reach out to the only dwarf in the group, desperate to learn more about his own, he held back, intimidated by his own lack of perception and awareness. It mattered little, now. He was more concerned with the things that awaited ahead. He turns to Enseth, knowing the warforged's analytical passions, and asks: &quot;What's your take on things for now?&quot; - he points at the guide, the vastness and the trials to come - figuratively towards the last one. He felt somehow startled by the sudden realization of the world's mass of details, as if his eyes and ears had suddenly been taken from beneath a veil of sorts. Talking might make him feel a bit better. And, even if it didn't, a sip of ale would do. He reaches for a small skin, seeking to drink a bit as they walk.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Archon Basileus, post: 7399312, member: 6855545"] Drui was still musing on the visions he had on account of the elk. For the most part, he spent his time considering the implications of potential alliances. Truth is that he felt ashamed in the presence of noblemen, specially around elfic blood. Living among the surface races left him indifferent towards old grudges his own people might have against elves. He himself had some difficulty understanding Angis, and this made him even more aware of his own misplaced nature, all around. After the vision, things got even worse, making him even more distracted. When he came to his senses, they were already on their merry way. Drui would rather just fall in line by the side of Enseth, as he used to. With a quiet disposition, he heard Tommi's questions to Angis. He was curious as well, and he couldn't deny it. Somehow, his family kept the greenskin hate - and little by little he began to understand why - but they'd never mention elves, except in old tales of rivalry, lost to Drui anyway. Perhaps Angis might shed some light on the matter, after all. Funny. Even as he felt compelled to reach out to the only dwarf in the group, desperate to learn more about his own, he held back, intimidated by his own lack of perception and awareness. It mattered little, now. He was more concerned with the things that awaited ahead. He turns to Enseth, knowing the warforged's analytical passions, and asks: "What's your take on things for now?" - he points at the guide, the vastness and the trials to come - figuratively towards the last one. He felt somehow startled by the sudden realization of the world's mass of details, as if his eyes and ears had suddenly been taken from beneath a veil of sorts. Talking might make him feel a bit better. And, even if it didn't, a sip of ale would do. He reaches for a small skin, seeking to drink a bit as they walk. [/QUOTE]

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