09-12-2014, 09:49 PM
"Uh... D-Directions to Dalaran, right...." The poor man fidgeted and looked away, mumbling to himself, words lost in the faint breeze. Adjusting the straps holding his backpack, he finally turned back. "I... I don't think I should. It just..."
Though he was dreading the apparently inevitable response that would no doubt leave him to wander aimlessly or turn back through the portal he'd just come through, the former Admiral's expression remained impassive.
"I.... It's a city of mages, after all. I don't really think there's anything you would really need there." The slow, fidgety nature of his words spoke volumes more than the words themselves. He was just looking for excuses now that the danger had passed. That Kuzan didn't even know what a "mage" was didn't really give him any way to counter the argument that there was actually something he needed in the mage city, but it didn't mean he felt any better about not getting directions. A city was a city, whether it was one of mages or not.
"There are othercities and towns around here, too, so...you should be able to find one of them easily enough. Just...just be careful as you go." Backing up slowly, the apprentice turned on his heel and started to rapidly stride away, his head hunched low and looking equal parts ashamed, afraid, and glad to be leaving.
With a deep sigh, the ice man shook his head, slowly pacing to a nearby boulder to take a seat. And he simply sat there, resting his elbows on his knees, and staring blankly out across the landscape. It was true enough that he could see for a great distance, and it wouldn't be too difficult to find his way to a different town....if he was in the mood to go for a stroll. But he really just wasn't up to it.
He debated for a while if he should simply turn around and head back through the portal and try his luck with one of the others. It wasn't as if he could have any worse luck than he had already had with his first try. Getting wrapped up in some kind smuggling attempt wasn't exactly what he would call a warm welcome, after all.
He gave the portal, a short way off behind him, a long and hard look, scratching at the growing beard on his chin. His luck hadn't been stellar so far, but...
The griffon he had summoned suddenly loomed beside him, giving him a none-too-gentle shove to the shoulder with its beak. Turning to look at the beast, Kuzan let out an amused chuckle at the look on its face. Full of pride, indignation, and looking distinctly upset with its summoner. Placing a hand on the creature's neck, Kuzan gave it a tentative, affectionate pat, slowly rising to his feet. The whole situation had been a little too much for him, and earnestly looking at what he had been somehow convinced into using as transportation finally convinced him.
Enough of this place was enough, and despite being here for only a few minutes, it had been enough.
He turned back toward the portal that had brought him here, adjusting his coat, before before sticking his hands into his pockets and setting off back toward the portal at a swift walk.
Though he was dreading the apparently inevitable response that would no doubt leave him to wander aimlessly or turn back through the portal he'd just come through, the former Admiral's expression remained impassive.
"I.... It's a city of mages, after all. I don't really think there's anything you would really need there." The slow, fidgety nature of his words spoke volumes more than the words themselves. He was just looking for excuses now that the danger had passed. That Kuzan didn't even know what a "mage" was didn't really give him any way to counter the argument that there was actually something he needed in the mage city, but it didn't mean he felt any better about not getting directions. A city was a city, whether it was one of mages or not.
"There are othercities and towns around here, too, so...you should be able to find one of them easily enough. Just...just be careful as you go." Backing up slowly, the apprentice turned on his heel and started to rapidly stride away, his head hunched low and looking equal parts ashamed, afraid, and glad to be leaving.
With a deep sigh, the ice man shook his head, slowly pacing to a nearby boulder to take a seat. And he simply sat there, resting his elbows on his knees, and staring blankly out across the landscape. It was true enough that he could see for a great distance, and it wouldn't be too difficult to find his way to a different town....if he was in the mood to go for a stroll. But he really just wasn't up to it.
He debated for a while if he should simply turn around and head back through the portal and try his luck with one of the others. It wasn't as if he could have any worse luck than he had already had with his first try. Getting wrapped up in some kind smuggling attempt wasn't exactly what he would call a warm welcome, after all.
He gave the portal, a short way off behind him, a long and hard look, scratching at the growing beard on his chin. His luck hadn't been stellar so far, but...
The griffon he had summoned suddenly loomed beside him, giving him a none-too-gentle shove to the shoulder with its beak. Turning to look at the beast, Kuzan let out an amused chuckle at the look on its face. Full of pride, indignation, and looking distinctly upset with its summoner. Placing a hand on the creature's neck, Kuzan gave it a tentative, affectionate pat, slowly rising to his feet. The whole situation had been a little too much for him, and earnestly looking at what he had been somehow convinced into using as transportation finally convinced him.
Enough of this place was enough, and despite being here for only a few minutes, it had been enough.
He turned back toward the portal that had brought him here, adjusting his coat, before before sticking his hands into his pockets and setting off back toward the portal at a swift walk.
"Hold on a second, I have a call..."
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"Yes, this is Wesker. Go ahead."
"Yes, this is Wesker. Go ahead."