*Approaching the ruin cautiously...

[Chris]

...swathed in a cloak of elven make, the cowl resting across his shoulder blades, Cal'ethil strides purposefully through the long grass towards the now heavily fortified ruin of uruk design. He casts the occaisional glance towards the distant treeline marking the Eldenshay border, wary of the treeline. It is quite clear from his expression and demeanour that the young elf is unusually tense, lines of worry tug at his eyes whilst his cheeks are sallow and gaunt. Pausing outside the dwelling, his hand resting atop the blade Angariel he calls out softly into the gloom...*


Captain, are you present?
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Chivalry Warwick
((Chris Terry DE05))

[Palthera]

*A fox, disturbed by the sudden noise,flees from out of the ruin and out of sight*
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Crystal Rose Fleetfoot
Travelling Entertainer
Captain of the Tesrae Militia
Littlest Damn Hero

(Cara Dutson BR08)

[Chris]

*Cal'ethil stands patiently for several minutes, accompanied only by the sound of the breeze whispering through the birch trees. When it becomes clear that the ruin is deserted, he remarks something unpleasant beneath his breath, turns and leaves. Swiftly his form is swallowed by the forest of Tesrae disappearing from sight.*
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Chivalry Warwick
((Chris Terry DE05))