LostSoul
Adventurer
Graf said:The half-elf abruptly drops her typical facade of hostile reserve, as soon as the guard grants them entrance, she slips forward and she latches onto his arm.
What... sort of wounds?
"Strange ones. Like teeth or claw, but... not. Like he had some sort of claw the length of a sword, and used it with the precision of a butcher's knife. And - and he mutliated her body. He cut out her organs and stole off with them."
Graf said:Glancing at her companions meaningfully she follows up with You've searched the entire town I presume, and found no-one no trace of this eladrin?
"It's strange. I've been hunting game and gnolls my whole life, and I've learned a thing or two about tracking prey. I picked up on his tracks, but in the middle of the street, they just stopped. Went nowhere. I figured it was some strange power of the fey."
Erias, you get the sense that he's trustworthy and telling you the truth. He feels as though he's out of his league, and that he's failed the people who depend on him. He's looking for help, though perhaps a little too proud to come out and ask for it.
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