Season of Summer, Day 5, 513 AV
Zulrav's Tower, huh? Jorin looked up at the looming tower, his greedy eyes drinking in the sight of the Stormwarden's citadel. What it must be like to live and work in this place. He was so engrossed by the tower he didn't notice Vanari's agitation until she started to hide behind him. Amused, Jorin decided to play along, doing his level best to play a tree.
"I am a tree, only a tree!" he grinned. It didn't work so well without his acting props, however, as his "branches" didn't hide the larger girl from view, and the Akalak strode up anyway.
Jorin's eyes twinkled at the light teasing this new face, whose name was apparently Korin, was engaging in. When Jorin had first entered the city, he'd tried to busk once or twice in the local taverns, only to be turned out almost immediately ... and violently! How come he only got to meet the humorless Akalaks?
Then Vanari mentioned going somewhere the other 'tourists' wouldn't appreciate. Jorin's fertile mind began imagining what that might be. Could it be a crumbling ruin, left of ancient times, ghosts of the past still lingering in its floors and fallen walls?
Or perhaps it was an old building once belonging to a powerful wizard, sealed by powerful magics and full of mystery and adventure!
Or maybe a majestic portion of the waterfall, untouched by the hands of the mortal races, where the river thundered down and trees leaned up to kiss the falling water?
Jorin was almost vibrating with excitement. "By all means, Vanari, lead the way!" he exulted. "I am eager to see what this place is like!"