Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-28358106-20180114201319

(S9) Eothred looks around him at the crowd; not with disbelief, but with a slowly growing sense of accomplishment. It wasn't that he wasn't used to such attention, but having been away from home for so long, having missed the cheers of his companions and the adulation of his countrymen, he had almost forgotten what it was like these many months. A warmth grows in him, and he finally allows himself a small smile and begins to play along.

He shakes the hands and claps the shoulders of the men, and smiles at and signs the autographs of the women, indulging a hand-kissing of those who ask for it, causing a roar of laughter in the crowd when the girls swoon and fan themselves. As he works towards the crowd, the Elven pair meets him and tells him of the Orcs.

He listens, paying them closer attention than the other girls nearby. He gives a little chuckle. "Is that so? Seven against two are poor odds no matter the fight, and they were good fighters."

He looks at their attire, a spark of recognition in his mind. "You two look familiar. Are you by chance Graywall Elves?" He leans in, raising his voice slightly to be heard over the crowd.