Elidir is the epitome of taken off guard when his attempt to process all of the stimuli this new city provides is squandered by a sudden charismatic man who was definitely not there a moment ago. "Oh! Um," he falters, his brain struggling to parse what had been asked in the presence of all of the novelty. "Well, if all goes to plan, perhaps all three!" he manages eventually, matching the man's smile politely, albeit a few orders of magnitude less bright. "I'm going to be making a name for myself here," states the wood elf, his smile growing by the second. "So keep an ear out for Elidir Varinn!" The residual confidence shows in his stride as he maneuvers through the bazaar; images of his own stall laden with customers flood his mind, silence sweeping over the imaginary crowd as he demonstrates the music his creations breathe... All in good time, he told himself. Let's at least find an inn first.
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