RP:A drow among the sage refugees

Setting

The refugee camp where the sage elves are staying in Frostmaw 27th Sept 2011

Warm air flows in intricate weave around the moving Neriren

Neriren has the hood of his dark green robes drawn tightly over his head, though his teeth still chatter against the continual onslaught of cold. This occurs regardless of the arcane elemental manipulations one might detect as the cause of snow melting beneath the press of leather boots, and the steam that erupts from the small pools left behind moving in complex circulation with the warm air that flows in intricate weave around the moving Neriren, its epicentre revealed to be the darkwood wand that pokes out of a deep green wizard's sleeve, with the tone complemented by a decoration of golden ivy leaves that spiral around the elementalists arms and up to his shoulders. Neriren moves with the grace of an Elf, weaving in and out of his working kin or their playing offspring, his steps formulating a path that seems to be headed towards the great gates of Frostmaw.

Sophie has been busy distributing elf-sized warm fur clothing imported from the land to the south, since the local made clothing is mostly far to huge for the elves. She has also spent much of the day teaching young elves, about wind chill factor, frostbite, and how to avoid being harmed by the cold weather, also about the potential danger from Vuryal and his wraiths. She approaches the mage Neriren, smiling. "I don't believe we have been introduced, sir I am Sophie the healer, and this is my friend Robert." The figure walking behind Sophie is bundled from head to foot in warm furs so Nerrien may not until now have noticed, that his face, the only part of him visible is of that deep ebony shade which shows him to be a drow. Poor Robert gets a few looks of hatred, perhaps understandably from some of the refugees. The drow male cowers a litlte away from Neriren on being introduced. He summons up his courage to speak though the poor ex-slave's voice is trembling." He h e hello."

Neriren meets Robert

Neriren stills his steps on address, and turns his shivering form to face that of the healer who gives it. Ceruleans eyes alight in interest, and despite the ever-present chill the mage's arms separate, sweeping wide either side of him as he dips into a graceful bow, "ah, madame Sophie. I had wondered when paths would cross, yours has become a household name amongst my-, ah, -our- fellows." Visual notice falls upon Robert, as the darkwood wand lifts and dances in augmentation of prior manipulations, to expand his bubble of warm air to a size where it may swathe also the healer, and her companion. "But I had not heard of your... Umm..." the mage's lower lip curls inwards, and it takes a forceful bite of the flesh to prevent obscenity spilling from his sharp of tongue, "... accomplice..."

Sophie hands Neriren a warm fur coat, cloak, leggings and boots. "Your magic is keeping us very comfortable just now, my thanks, but it is as well to have alternative ways of staying warm, lest your magic should fail you for some reason." Seeing the less that friendly way he reacts to Robert she sighs, it seems she spends half her life explaining about Robert to one Sage Elf or another. She lowers her voice. "Neriren, Sir, Robert here is as much a victim of the cruel drow as any of us, He has suffered terribly at the hands of his people. When he was seventeen he refused an order to participate in the torture of a young surface elf slave, and was himself en-slaved as punishment. His mistress was -very- cruel. He even has arcane runes tatooed on him, both to increase any fear he suffers and any physical pain also."

The mage has studied runes extensively

Neriren :: "Neriren Narisae," he had introduced himself as with his first bow, thus validating Sophie's knowledge of his name (=3). A hand reaches out to grab the shoulder of a passing elf boy, who is then offered a handful of coins to transport Sophie's bestowed garments to a tent Neriren indicates as being shared with an old ranger friend and his wife. "A generous gift," the mage gives thanks with another bow, and lofts his brows at Sophie's proclamation of Robert's conundrum, "interesting... I have studied runes extensively, though examination would have to take place in quieter setting.

Sophie nods "Indeed, if you think you might be able to help poor Robert, you could accompany him to my hospital tent, It is warm there, and there are private rooms where you could examine him." The wretched drow quakes in fear at her words, and Sophie tries to speak gently calmly reassuringly to the drow suffering as he is from unnaturally enhanced fear.

Neriren opens his mouth, then closes it with a thoughtful frown. Helping the Drow might not make the name for himself around the camp that he was hoping for... But the healer would certainly be a useful connection to have. "I'd rather not be left alone with him," Neriren replies, "he seems highly agitated... And may lash out."

Sophie gently explains "I will stay with you, while you examine Robert. Not that I fear he may react violently, the poor fellow was so terribly tortured at any sign of defiance, he is far to afraid to do violence to anyone. I will stay with you to reassure poor Robert, at least he has learned to trust me a little. There is another drow, who is our friend, here in Frostmaw. Roytoc the First Ranger here. He is a good man I believe, but I still cannot help feeling very uncomfortable in his presence. Robert however, I merely pity."

Neriren said to you, "I see... I must make his acquaintance some time, as well as that of Lady Satoshi. It would be nice to have free access to the Mage Library of Xalious again... But lead on."