[Very often, these days, when Liem ventures Below to wander Kowloon’s claustrophobic, labyrinthine corridors, he goes anonymously: cloaked and hooded, with his face hidden and his voice and body language magically altered. Kowloon is not kind to those aligned with Meridian these days, and in that dark, seedy underworld, a masked and hooded face is not so strange a thing. For a man who simply wishes to do his business and be on his way, anonymity is the simplest solution.
On this particular occasion, he does not bother. He is not here to explore the shops and the markets; there will be no one to attempt to swindle him, and if any ruffians grow overbold with his person, he has arms and magic to rely on to convince them of their error. So he is bare-faced and garbed in his inquisitor’s robes as he wanders the strange city’s outskirts, familiarizing himself with the tunnels and caverns branching off from this one. Contemplating the idea of arranging an expedition deeper in, weighing the potential costs and benefits.
He spies the dark-skinned elf easily in the plentiful glow illuminating the cavern: soft to human eyes perhaps, but not so to his. The dark elf’s features are written plainly in the neon light, and it takes only a brief moment to confirm that the small man is someone Liem hasn’t met before; another moment to spy the shard and discern, with a short Look, that it is wholly unharmonized.
His gaze follows the elf watchfully as he draws closer.]
Are you lost? [The man’s unwashed appearance and complete lack of weapons are rather conspicuous for someone in this setting, especially given his unharmonized state.] This is not a good place to wander unarmed.
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On this particular occasion, he does not bother. He is not here to explore the shops and the markets; there will be no one to attempt to swindle him, and if any ruffians grow overbold with his person, he has arms and magic to rely on to convince them of their error. So he is bare-faced and garbed in his inquisitor’s robes as he wanders the strange city’s outskirts, familiarizing himself with the tunnels and caverns branching off from this one. Contemplating the idea of arranging an expedition deeper in, weighing the potential costs and benefits.
He spies the dark-skinned elf easily in the plentiful glow illuminating the cavern: soft to human eyes perhaps, but not so to his. The dark elf’s features are written plainly in the neon light, and it takes only a brief moment to confirm that the small man is someone Liem hasn’t met before; another moment to spy the shard and discern, with a short Look, that it is wholly unharmonized.
His gaze follows the elf watchfully as he draws closer.]
Are you lost? [The man’s unwashed appearance and complete lack of weapons are rather conspicuous for someone in this setting, especially given his unharmonized state.] This is not a good place to wander unarmed.