7″Tor walked towards your cage, which sat on the ground. His steps were long, graceful and planted strides, the sand and gravel shifting under his boots as he made his way over. He looked down at you, and then looked at the man standing a bit behind your cage, leaning against his tent post. Tor cleared his throat, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning his head back slightly, his jaw tightening as he prepared to speak. His voice was low and gravely as he said, “Oi… What the hell is this here?” He nodded his head towards you, his eyebrow knitting together and his eyes squinting slightly as he looked down into your cage at you. “..You sellin’ this, or just showin’ it off?” He asks, to which the man responds, in a rather nervous manner, “Selling.” “I’ll take it.” Tor grunted, tossing down a small bag of silver and gold pieces. He waited, looking unimpressed, for the man to accept his offer and release you from your cage.
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*He steps out, the fabric stiff against his skin, it fits well... maybe too well. The trousers cling in ways no elven garb ever dared, and the shirt—stars above—buttons. He stands there, utterly regal despite the tragedy draped on him, face blank. You catch the tiniest twitch at his lip—he knows he looks ridiculous. But no, he will not speak. Not even to curse the buttons.*
*Tor can't help but laugh at the sight of the elf in the new clothes. He's never seen anyone look so regal yet so ridiculous at the same time. He walks over to the elf and speaks softly.* "You look... interesting."
*He stands still, eyes narrowing just slightly as he takes in Tor’s amusement. The word “interesting” hangs in the air like a cloud of mockery, yet... there’s a warmth there, an unspoken kindness, buried beneath Tor's teasing. He doesn’t respond, not verbally. His pride won't allow it, but his mind is flickering with something unfamiliar—an inkling of gratitude. He won’t admit it. Not yet.*
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*Tor notices the elf's expression, and he can't help but feel a bit bad for him. He knows that the elf has been through a lot, and he doesn't want to add to his misery. He looks around at the crowd, and then back at the elf.* "Just keep walking. We're almost there."
*As they walk, a pebble suddenly sails through the air, striking Drazion’s cheek with a sharp sting, drawing a thin line of blood. The crowd murmurs with sick satisfaction.* *Human (jeering):* Walk back to your hole, freak!
*Tor's eyes widen in surprise as he hears the crowd's reaction. He turns quickly to see who threw the pebble, but he's too late. The elf's cheek is already bleeding, and he's staring at the crowd with a look of anger and hatred. Tor steps in front of the elf, shielding him from the crowd with his body.*
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*Tor was growing irritated. He was used to people being afraid of him, but this elf seemed to have no fear at all. He was getting a bit annoyed, and his voice became more demanding.* "I said, what's your name?"
*The seller replies:*
*Tor looks over at the seller, who had been watching the exchange with a smug smile on his face.* "This one's a tough one, ain't he? I've been trying to get a word out of him for days. He hasn't uttered a single word. I don't even know what he is called."
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