The Elezen man lifted himself slowly onto his hands and knees, muttering to himself, "Bugger, if my father saw tha', he'd shoot me 'imself." He looked up to the Miqo'te pair, smiling cheerfully, if not a tad nervously, "I was passin' through on my way to a village... somewhere out 'ere. Then I 'eard footsteps, an' I thought they might've belonged ta bandits or somethin'. But then I slipped. And fell. It was... actually a bit fun, sans... y'know, the bloody sand in my mouth and the arrow pointed a' me."
At this, he looked warily at the bow and arrow held by the elder sister, "Er... really... no 'arm meant, I'm an adventurer, I'm not in the business a' hurtin' innocent people. May Nymeia cut my thread, should I lie."
At this, he looked warily at the bow and arrow held by the elder sister, "Er... really... no 'arm meant, I'm an adventurer, I'm not in the business a' hurtin' innocent people. May Nymeia cut my thread, should I lie."
---Eunoia Anbolho---