[He's taken to wandering the streets since arriving. Not for hope of finding anyone or anything (he rather fears whom he might find, if people are indeed taken from different times, if he indeed cannot keep himself from being returned to his world, if indeed he will do what he fears that he might (knows that he will)...) but because he can, because to walk freely, even in a place that holds dangers, even in a place that has limits (he is used to limits to his radius, has never lived without borders that he was not allowed to pass alone and without good cause), is still the most calming and joyous thing that he can do. It keeps the nightmares at bay.
He's dressed properly, if with little care and in clothes that he found in the city, and carries a staff for protection, but the way in which he keeps to the shadows speaks of him rather preferring to avoid confrontations - or even direct contact with anyone.
But the russet hair makes him pause and take a closer look - russet hair on one who looks like one of the Eldar, and there are only so many people who can be described that way. He takes a step forward, half out of the shadows, but then stops, bright eyes boring darkly into the tall man. Should he really...?]
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He's dressed properly, if with little care and in clothes that he found in the city, and carries a staff for protection, but the way in which he keeps to the shadows speaks of him rather preferring to avoid confrontations - or even direct contact with anyone.
But the russet hair makes him pause and take a closer look - russet hair on one who looks like one of the Eldar, and there are only so many people who can be described that way. He takes a step forward, half out of the shadows, but then stops, bright eyes boring darkly into the tall man. Should he really...?]