vautrin starter call | @abyssl
He catches it in the corner of his eye - first, the movement, then: the shimmer.
The surprise of it catches him off guard. He forgets to be cautious, to be wary of this stranger who has approached so silently. He can focus on nothing but the soft sheen upon the man's skin, the glittering particles that dance back and forth. It's painfully familiar - were he to look down at his own hands, remove the gloves he now wears day and night, he would see it upon his own skin. There is no mistaking what it is.
Now the curiosity takes over - who is this man? How was it that he came to be touched by the Sea? He does not look Fontanian, but who is he to tell? He hasn't lived here for four hundred years.
"Can I help you?" He remembers then, to be cautious. His hand shifts, angles towards the sword he carries at his hip. There are traces of elemental energy about this person: a Vision user, he assumes, based on his experiences.
As he studies him, he recalls the story told to him of recent events, and he slowly pieces it together. What was the name of that prisoner, the Fatui? The one who escaped, who fought the beast-
