@sogborn | Closed starters
Before this entire adventure started, Brea hadn't ventured much outside the beautiful mountain sanctuary that Har'ar offered. After all, a princess should never stray far from where her duties would have her. While her sisters understood that well, it wasn't something Brea had accepted yet, or completely wrapped her head around.
Her mind was usually busy with much more intriguing pieces of knowledge.
Given all of it, though, Brea hadn't had much contact with the Drenchen. There were very few that came into Har'ar, and most of them were part of the Guard.
She stared in fascination at Gurjin, and while she had been taught it wasn't really polite, she couldn't help herself. A million questions were swirling in her head, eager to manifest themselves, and maybe get an answer.
What Brea wasn't sure of, however, was how receptive her new companions would be to her questioning. Of what she had been told of the Drenchen didn't make them out as the friendliest of gelfling. Given their current circumstances, however, much of what she'd heard of the other clans had come under doubt in her mind.
Maybe it was time to get a fresh point of view.
"You're very tall" she commented.
