@curseshared ⎛ s.c ⎠
it came as no surprise that balduran had rushed up and out the door as soon as he'd made a full recovery ⎛ or what he deemed to be a full recovery; his chest no longer ached so badly, even though the scar would remain as a reminder of what had happened. of how he failed- ⎠with the intent of going on an adventure. he'd prepared a traveler's pack with food and water, and while it must've looked odd, he brought his sword. an adventurer should never go unarmed, he used to say.
not that balduran was defenseless- far from it. while he was far from at his strongest, the small amount of telekinesis that he could access did wonders- and being able to float effortlessly for as long as he wanted meant that he could avoid fights by passing would-be threats without a sound. maybe the limited telepathy would come in handy, although most people took poorly to having another voice in their head without warning-
in short, balduran was most certainly prepared to go on an adventure.
while he would've been fine adventuring on his own, there was something about traveling in a group that brought him joy- a sense of familiarity ⎛ of something that he almost had, something only slightly out of his reach. he lived through their minds and their eyes and their choices- he wanted to say that it was enough. he wanted to fill a void left in him ⎠and one that maybe, if he didn't come off as too forward, he'd be able to experience.
a woman had found a rather public space to organize some sort of expedition to a place called yesteryear. one place that balduran still hadn't explored, and one that he certainly wanted to. ❝ are you looking for an adventuring partner? ❞ maybe that sounds too eager. really, anything he says would come across like that, wouldn't it? because he is eager for an adventure.
❝ i've not been to yesteryear in the time i've lived in spirale, but if that's where you're headed, i suppose the real question is whether or not you'll allow me to tag along. ❞
