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Harks strain, and earth eyes sweep into the darkness. ”Hal?....” But no reply came. Only a huff, echoes of a distant snort. Harks twist back but his hip cocks. He made no moves for the black fabric tucked into his satchel. He wasn’t hiding tonight. On the contrary, in a change of the ghost he had been for the past few months, now he wanted to be found.
So he waited, and said nothing, letting Haldir’s queries go unanswered. It didn’t take long. A whisper sounds and a light sparks awake. His brow raises as a figure takes light right before him. A striking figure, chestnut with a cream mane. Handsome, even the gold would admit. But was taking in more than that. ”Search around for others….” The stag he could hear in the distance gruff with the dullness of the task. He wanted to be here as well meeting a new face. Yet the gold was going to enjoy having a moment to himself. Having fun with the first new toy he’d been given in weeks, and the first he looked forward to in months.
As the other steps forward the gold merely waits, letting the other take the first steps. It had been so long in this life since he’d been mistaken for someone ‘new’. It was a rather dangerous mistake to make. The gold could turn your assumptions against you quite quickly. A sword by your side you carry for your protection and soon find your own throat with him around.
The crowned head nods as the other begins, his Cheshire grin tapering slightly into something more tame. The other, comments on the weather and a husky laugh can only roll off his lips. He obviously wasn’t from the Basin then. It did clear up though why he was out…why he was hanging around…”Lovely indeed.” Came a hushed slip.
Then came the inevitable. Lodgings, well that was putting it nicely. The gold was in mood to decline, to put this poor creature out of its misery of attempted kindness. And yet….he wasn’t from the Basin. Ever seeking more information the gold puts behind him his own identity and questions it ever further. “What humble bed can you offer a poor weary traveler like me?” His head tilted slightly with feigned sincerity, but inward he was delighted. He had forgotten what simple pleasure could be gained by a mistaken identity.
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