🎶 | INDRID COLD // @SEERSPECTACLES 001 // STARTER CALL
✧*:･ﾟ| HE'S an eavesdropper by nature, though not an eavesdropper through INTENT. Somewhat of a curse in a sense, that he is brimming with curiosity and desire and want for something he cannot place. He's always sought knowledge in his surroundings, craved the offerings of the universe; he wanted to know everything and NOTHING LESS would do. Perhaps he already knows everything and he simply forgot.
HEAVY eyes blink, head tilting at an angle. Ears prick at the sounds of voices.
IT wouldn't be difficult to listen in. The room is busy, more of a tavern from a fantasy novel than any location he's ever visited before. There's a lack of PERSONAL SPACE, shoulders nudging shoulders, and being a man who sits and stands taller than most ( even more so considering his attire ) Siebren is IMPOSSIBLE to ignore.
❝YOU'RE crazy,❞ one of the voices say, and it is with a knee jerk reaction that Siebren makes eye contact with the lout.
CRAZY, yes, they've called me that before --
HE blinks, rubs at his wrists. Listens in.
FROM what he's gathered, one of the individuals is being ACCUSED. Seen some things in the Mistwood. Terrible, hulking beasts, the laws of physics disobeyed. He doesn't understand the confusion about it -- the lack of logic, and oh, if he had the full extent of his abilities, would they be so SKEPTICAL?
❝STRANGE,❞ he speaks up, with sharp and stern grey eyes jabbing into the conversationalists. ❝We are here with the gifts of immortality, meeting strangers from far away lands weekly, and THAT is what you cannot fathom?❞ Voice sharp enough to cause a lull in the atmosphere, the loudness of the other patrons seemingly MUTED as if a muffled cloth hangs in the air around him. Siebren's hand twitches. ❝I apologise. I cannot abide a NARROW MIND.❞
