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Need to see my class trainer
Jan. 8th, 2012 05:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
craftycurvo[Curufin isn't in any hurry to leave the castle - since all his immediate wants seem to be taken care of here, he has mainly been occupied pacing the corridors to form a mental map of the place, in his room committing his discoveries to paper in neat, flawless Tengwar, or occasionally toying with the Orb, watching the others rather than making any special effort to communicate. The others seem to be quite interesting, the young princess in particular, but he feels that he hasn't learned much from his observations. In particular, he's wondering why his brothers are not here - he'd seen Celegorm go down, and Caranthir had run off on his own somewhere like an idiot, so they're presumably dead too. There's also the matter of why his clothes have been exchanged for robes.
Curufin has his own theories, but he'd rather find out from someone who knows for certain. Jumping to conclusions and making unfounded assumptions never ends well. It's probably what got him killed, in fact. Had he been less busy laying waste to the royal guard he might have spotted the archer taking aim from the upper gallery - but that's the past now. Not only the past, it's no longer his world.
In the late afternoon he decides to go out. Lighting a lantern (so distracted by his musings he doesn't notice he has used neither taper or matches), he draws his robes around him and wanders the hallways in search of someone official, who might be able to explain a little more to him. If it's a hero they are after, there's no harm in being proactive.
Some food might also be good.]
Tagging any NPC who might be around.
Curufin has his own theories, but he'd rather find out from someone who knows for certain. Jumping to conclusions and making unfounded assumptions never ends well. It's probably what got him killed, in fact. Had he been less busy laying waste to the royal guard he might have spotted the archer taking aim from the upper gallery - but that's the past now. Not only the past, it's no longer his world.
In the late afternoon he decides to go out. Lighting a lantern (so distracted by his musings he doesn't notice he has used neither taper or matches), he draws his robes around him and wanders the hallways in search of someone official, who might be able to explain a little more to him. If it's a hero they are after, there's no harm in being proactive.
Some food might also be good.]
Tagging any NPC who might be around.