(((Eh, X-king, you're really supposed to PM me for confirmation first, but I'm gonna let this pass because your grammar is fine and your character looks good. Welcome.)))
Sarrisan let an eye flit open and focused it on the hulk of a man above him. His clothes were strange - Sarrisan had never quite seen their like before - but the armor looked well made for speed and protection, and the man himself looked as if he could use the spear on his back. That was enough for Sarrisan, and he appraised his hands' position in relation to his weapons. The man did not look antagonistic, but few men survived long in this world without being a little wary of free-talking strangers.
He opened his other eye and let his typical grin grow into a friendly smile, "Then I presume your people are not too familiar with the careful arts of nature magic," he replied in a jovial voice, to take any presumed sting away from his words. He himself had dabbled a bit those same arts, though not to very successful ends. That had been the day he'd learned the value of a good, solid gun. "The elves are quite the masters at it, themselves," He continued. "They seem to have a natural talent for it, more then other species. This lake, and presumably the trees around it, are cared for night and day with it's gentle touch."
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