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[Fenris is stalking through Mayfield today, looking uncomfortable and irritable in the clothing Mayfield has provided for him. There must have been a time before he wore his armor constantly, taking it off only to clean and repair it or for sleep, but those days have been forgotten. It feels like walking around without his skin.

Skin which is, of course, devoid of the lyrium markings. He still feels phantom pain, as though they are there, and the shock is fresh every time he looks down and sees only unmarred skin. And this is, of course, only speaking of his own personal issues; there are plenty of other things around Mayfield (like cars) which are only adding to his aggravated bafflement, only serving to make him feel that much more out of place.

He is, to put it mildly, not adjusting well.

But he's determined to explore this town, even if he's given up on finding anything so unlikely as satisfactory answers. He wants to know where the important locations are, where his home (and the Arishok's, who's the only person thus far he trusts here) lies in relation to everything else, and in particular where the post office is. He also wants to get a feel for the other captives of this place...which is easier said than done, given that he's usually only social when prodded. Or drunk.

Feel free to approach the grumpy elf!]

Date: 2011-04-07 02:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] desolavi.livejournal.com
[ seki's sitting on the curb, people-watching again. (not like there's anything better to do.) watches this guy for a while. looks like he's searching for something. when he draws closer, ]

-- are you looking for something?

Date: 2011-04-07 02:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] unasked-for.livejournal.com
[Fenris glances at the boy, then shakes his head.] Not exactly, no. I'm simply getting a feel for the layout of this town.

...though I suppose if you know where the post office is, I would at least wish to know that.

Date: 2011-04-07 02:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] desolavi.livejournal.com
Post office ... [ leans back on his hands for a bit to think.

then gets to his feet and points down the street. ]
I think the post office was uptown.

Date: 2011-04-07 05:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] unasked-for.livejournal.com
I see. I will search for it there, in that case.

You have my thanks.

Date: 2011-04-07 05:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] desolavi.livejournal.com
... are you new here too?

Date: 2011-04-08 03:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] unasked-for.livejournal.com
...yes. How many people have just arrived here, exactly?

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