@diamondoath ( Event Starter )
Overwhelmed.
That’s how Nidhogg felt, currently.
The amount of people milling around, both heroes, other (he presumed important) guests, and what he thought were servants – it set him on edge. The great wyrm shifted on his perch; a little ways from the main group and watching them all with uncertainty. He had already eaten his fair share of food for the night – cooked food never settled well, but one’s options were limited – and had sat back to simply people watch. He recognized a few faces, some he hoped they wouldn’t notice him, and some he would simply keep tabs on.
After all, seeing the Azure Dragoon and two members of the Heaven’s Ward was something to be concerned about.
“…?” He started out of his watching, shifting a little as he heard the scraping of a chair at the table he sat at (it only would hold two more people, who could want to join him?); and Nidhogg glanced to his immediate right.
“Ah – hello.” He must be a warrior, from the looks of it. Tho the sword at his side told Nidhogg that he wasn’t just a warrior. “Mine apologies. I did not notice thee until now.”
