Gazing around at the pieces of scenery, Arlon’s eyes begin to glaze over before he even registers what the man has said. Aware that the man may be staring at the young Dwarf as if he had brain damage, Arlon desperate tries to recall what was said to him, before hoping he had it right.
“Aye it is a loveleh city, ah could name picture a better one meself. Ah’m just traveling’ actually, never really had a home and just wanted to see if anyone would let me listen to their stories. Ah really dunnae wish to be a bother though, its just those food stands, smell so good.”
Only later would Arlon realize that once again he had overshared and let the greeter see past his mask and glimpse the deep loneliness inside. In the moment however, he was far too aware of his own grumbling stomach and could feel the weight of the three mina in his pocket- donated by a passerby who took pity on the hungry bearding. Arlon didn’t mind the pity, for it kept him alive and occasionally gave him interaction with others. It wasn’t truly what he desired though, and his eagerness to have real companions to talk and listen to often would spill over onto people likely only being polite- such as this poor greeter in question.
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