Wings of Fury 2

Caulind had dialed back slightly as the crowd grew. Now withdrawing into himself but simply, observing.

At least when he wasn't of course talking back to Tezri "Caulind Raithahir. Let's go with... adventurer."

There was an adjusting second as he decided which eyes to look at whilst talking, before attention flickering to the scarves and a bit of light appearing in his gaze. "This is lovely work. Your own? I try to add a little flair to my own attire when possible and keep things presentable but I couldn't pull this off."

His own blue robes did have some simple lines of white-silver thread through them. It turned a deep blue into something like a sketch of a night sky with points of stars filling in empty space between the outlines of branches and leaves. Nothing expertly done but there was evidence he knew enough to maintain his clothing and to admire and wonder at how Tezri had woven her own silks and clothes.

After that there was some entertained interest at the youthful exuberance of the mute Knight, a small hand wave of acknowledgement to the other shorter, scarred orc warrior and a returning nod to the more experienced looking archer. Guillairme seemed to be pulling things together for now and have some knowledge and affiliation with the situation.

Some more elderberry wine was poured as he started humming lightly from the throat, a slow, easy rhythm. Said glass was raised after Avag had spoken and in a comfortable tone spoke himself. "Caulind Raithahir, a pleasure to make your acquaintances and let it remain so throughout this endeavour."