Qaerris wondered to himself if this woman ever had trouble convincing anyone of anything. Ellasin, as she'd called herself, was truly a force to be reckoned with, though the Mortalborn had truly yet to figure just how true the statement was. When she informed him that they would be exiting the city to continue this conversation, the Mortalborn acquiesced, at this point now fully enthralled, hooked into needing to know exactly what it was she could offer that no academy could teach him. Ellasin exuded a confidence from her person that matched the curiosity the man was now beginning to feel in its full measure. Little by little, Ellasin had convinced him, that one way or another, he needed to hear her out.
She doesn't seem the type to need to bluff. Chances are, there's way more to Ellasin that I haven't seen yet.
It was with that, the utterance of his agreement following after, that Qaerris had risen from his seat to meet her outside. When at last she joined him, all the Mortalborn could do was follow her. The city of Ivorian was a mess, curving roads beginning to truly infuriate the Mortalborn. It was an amusing coincidence that the Naerrik brought up the matter mere moments later. A chuckle escaped Qaerris' lips as he nodded, letting out a 'tch' by clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth before he replied,
"I know the feeling... I must've navigated the city four times this morning in an attempt to find a place to pass out by the end of it all. I couldn't miss the chance to try out a new breed of ale before hitting it, though."
In an effort to make conversation on the way out, it seemed that both had taken to talking about the irrelevant journey that both had been through. It was chatty, easy. Ellasin was certainly an easy woman to talk to, not that Qaerris was one to ever feel tongue-tied. When, at last, the two had passed through the city gates and were able to see the island of Yithiral in its entirety, Qaerris was quite taken with what he could see, the ever-night of Cylus also accentuating the peaceful quiet that fell upon the place.
"The way you speak of this place," the Mortalborn started, piecing together some of what the Webspinner was saying to him in context, "It makes it seem like you've been before. Has your pursuits in history brought you to Ivorian again? Or is there another purpose to your visit?" The Mortalborn couldn't help but feel, as time went on, that the meeting between Ellasin and himself fell too easily into place. Not that in retrospect, he really cared, but he wanted to closely study the Naerrik's reaction when he voiced his questions.
"And Viden, too... Have your wanderings led you to hear about the city from afar? Or have you visited it in person?"
This is fun, he thought to himself, concealing a smirk behind an expression alight with curiosity.
"What took you away from Augiery? From my experience, the Naer oft stay in their homeland unless a very good reason compels them to leave."
She doesn't seem the type to need to bluff. Chances are, there's way more to Ellasin that I haven't seen yet.
It was with that, the utterance of his agreement following after, that Qaerris had risen from his seat to meet her outside. When at last she joined him, all the Mortalborn could do was follow her. The city of Ivorian was a mess, curving roads beginning to truly infuriate the Mortalborn. It was an amusing coincidence that the Naerrik brought up the matter mere moments later. A chuckle escaped Qaerris' lips as he nodded, letting out a 'tch' by clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth before he replied,
"I know the feeling... I must've navigated the city four times this morning in an attempt to find a place to pass out by the end of it all. I couldn't miss the chance to try out a new breed of ale before hitting it, though."
In an effort to make conversation on the way out, it seemed that both had taken to talking about the irrelevant journey that both had been through. It was chatty, easy. Ellasin was certainly an easy woman to talk to, not that Qaerris was one to ever feel tongue-tied. When, at last, the two had passed through the city gates and were able to see the island of Yithiral in its entirety, Qaerris was quite taken with what he could see, the ever-night of Cylus also accentuating the peaceful quiet that fell upon the place.
"The way you speak of this place," the Mortalborn started, piecing together some of what the Webspinner was saying to him in context, "It makes it seem like you've been before. Has your pursuits in history brought you to Ivorian again? Or is there another purpose to your visit?" The Mortalborn couldn't help but feel, as time went on, that the meeting between Ellasin and himself fell too easily into place. Not that in retrospect, he really cared, but he wanted to closely study the Naerrik's reaction when he voiced his questions.
"And Viden, too... Have your wanderings led you to hear about the city from afar? Or have you visited it in person?"
This is fun, he thought to himself, concealing a smirk behind an expression alight with curiosity.
"What took you away from Augiery? From my experience, the Naer oft stay in their homeland unless a very good reason compels them to leave."