by Kel_The_Oblivious » Tue Jul 27, 2010 3:57 am
It had been a long day of tending to his small fungal garden on the outskirts of Val'Raveran for Kel. Pushing mounds of decaying nightsoil around, neatly removing any unwanted weeds and pests, and fending off the rare wild life did wear him out. He returned to the city proper for a good meal, some fresh water, and a bath. The walk, a meager 15 miles, made his feet sore and he almost wanted to remove his armor.
This city had made him soft, and he hated it. Everything he could need was within his grasp. Traders came by like clockwork and at random as well. Food was always plentiful, water abundant and clear, and the beds soft. Soft like he had become.
Still, compared to these lot, I am made of stone and iron... He thought, passing by a pair of merchants, who laughed and talked about some business deal or another. They spared the strangely dressed dwarf a single glance and kept walking on.
Walking into the White Lion, considering it the best place to spend his hard earned coin peddling his more exotic plants to the hedonists of the city, Kel scanned the room quickly, his beetle head helmet concealing his features and eyes. For a moment he stood there, staring at a group of dwarves and a few other races around a table. They seemed to be from all creeds and clans, no two a like.
The primal hunter gather found a yearning deep in his gut, the true resting place of the soul, and knew, these were the people who would help lead his people back to greatness. He walked over quickly and found a spot close by to sit down at. He would listen for a moment, and decide what to truly make of this group, and to see if that gut feelinng was just some gas from something he ate.