[ Dorian startles at the unfamiliar voice, his head whipping around until he catches sight of the elven man. He draws up a little more, one hand catching Orym’s forearm as if to keep the halfling close, as though that could really protect either of them. ]
…prophecy? Vessels…what are you talking about?
[ Dorian becomes all too aware of the sheer clothing he and Orym are wearing. Under the strange man’s gaze, he almost feels as if they were wearing nothing at all.
And as he processes the rest of the figure’s explanation, something heavy settles in his stomach as he worries that that may almost be the point. ]
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…prophecy? Vessels…what are you talking about?
[ Dorian becomes all too aware of the sheer clothing he and Orym are wearing. Under the strange man’s gaze, he almost feels as if they were wearing nothing at all.
And as he processes the rest of the figure’s explanation, something heavy settles in his stomach as he worries that that may almost be the point. ]