Snippet #2365905

Favorin Elenron

What am I doing here? I didn't have to follow this letter's trail... I didn't have to do anything. I could have just lied under that tree and died, while they were still beating me, I didn't have to take this letter and go. So what am I doing here?

Favorin angled her head towards the sky, realizing that she was just on time, with plenty to spare; she could do whatever she pleased in this bar. At the time, it seemed to be sitting, as she had walked farther than she wished to - but she knew, it would be the usual nothing. At least she knew that she had the choice.

When she turned to move forward, she felt herself being inhibited, and found that the hood of her cloak was caught on a wooden sign. She tore it off, and felt the fibers rip, as if a part of her had ripped away with the threads. Favorin pulled the hood back up quickly, and she moved towards the door, trying to not lose her nerves. She dodged two large figures barreling towards her, questioning how she did it, as she watched that it was a half-ogre and a half-troll. She dived into the bar beneath the open arm of a cyclops, and let out a breath, feeling her muscles relax already.

She then removed the hood once more. If she could avoid all the attention in the room, she would. She then began to contemplate stepping forward to grab a beer; the thought of both the bartender and the line of people told her no. Favorin then looked around the room, almost feeling herself shrink into nothing, so nervous to be here.

Why did that person choose me? I'm only a sorcerer, so what? I've heard of much more powerful than me. I've heard of so many more people worthy than me, all with homes. So why me?

She sighed once more, and looked around the room, until she noticed a small table in the back room. And, the unusual man seeming to lead the table; she noticed that he was wearing white, though it was all she could see from the front of the room. Many people sat around him; she noticed a dragonborn, looking ready to kill her in a heart beat, and other creatures around her. Especially the human.

She'd had enough of them, lately; more than enough. As she sat down at the table, she almost cast him a glance, but decided against it as she looked at the people around here.

Maybe I'm out of place. Maybe they'll tell me to leave. Maybe they'll know that I'm not actually who they thought I was, that they realized inviting me was a mistake, that they'll just throw me out...