Herein follows the tale of a son of D'Hara and a Daimoness of the Zuma...
Roleplay from Asriel
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Asriel perched on top of the guard tower. The scent of fresh cooked food wafted up and into his nostrils. His stomach grumbled but he had a far more interesting spectacle which lay before him. Far down below were the vague shadows of two human nobleborn and one creature he highly disliked.
The smell of the Zuma caused him to sneeze and today his head felt very heavy. Yet he kept his eyes peeled and perked his ears up, catching the drift of their conversation through broken sentences. He had become adept at doing this - people watching was his favorite. He never knew what juicy information his large ears would capture.
The creature was apparently also adept at convincing his race of mankind to bend to their will. If he had arrived any later he wouldn't have caught onto the creature's invitation to D'Hara itself - exactly where Asriel had just fled from.
As the two nobleborn spoke to the creature, Asriel pondered what lay in store for Dwilight...
