[Koltira pauses. He hadn't given much initial consideration to this stranger. He had planned to simply keep moving towards the exit, keep meeting whatever obstacle might bar the way. Keep destroying it.
But there's something off here. Not just in the other man's words--oddly repeating, increasingly unsettling--but in his appearance, too. His tapered ears; slim body. He's calling Koltira kin, but Koltira feels little kinship to living elves. To anyone.
To that end, he shakes his head, and starts to walk.]
There is no wonder in what I am.
[He gestures to the lichfire of his eyes; to him, they're a sign of his curse.]
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But there's something off here. Not just in the other man's words--oddly repeating, increasingly unsettling--but in his appearance, too. His tapered ears; slim body. He's calling Koltira kin, but Koltira feels little kinship to living elves. To anyone.
To that end, he shakes his head, and starts to walk.]
There is no wonder in what I am.
[He gestures to the lichfire of his eyes; to him, they're a sign of his curse.]
And what I am is not alive.