[The half-elf nearly jumps out of his skin, rattled as he is near the feather-soft musings and the fingers of mist swirling along the cobblestones. With how he had missed Elidibus' approach, finding another being just a few feet away almost makes it seem like the lands beyond have breathed him out; another lure to the constant murmur of "safe, soft, warm" that continuously tickles at the point of his ears. Esteban has to resist the thought that maybe blocking the sounds would help; he very much doubts that it would do anything.]
"Eli!" [In his defense, he hasn't thought this through. Elidibus wasn't someone he was overly close to-- and he'd been trying to keep the nicknames to a minimum considering not everyone enjoyed them. But it slipped out! Elidibus was such a long name!.. Oh well. Better ask forgiveness and all that.]
"Some of the village's kids went missin'. Three of 'em." [He waves at the likely culprit, keeping a careful eye on the mists that seem to edge ever slowly closer. Tendrils of it rise in innocent patterns, fluttering at the edges between the two worlds, wavering in the feeble light that barely seeps through the clouds. He tries to mask the shiver that they cause.]
"We gotta go an' help 'em out." [Already, he is reaching out; a large hand rising, palm open for his companion to take without much thought. The fog does not even need its voices to be as lethal as teeth.]
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[The half-elf nearly jumps out of his skin, rattled as he is near the feather-soft musings and the fingers of mist swirling along the cobblestones. With how he had missed Elidibus' approach, finding another being just a few feet away almost makes it seem like the lands beyond have breathed him out; another lure to the constant murmur of "safe, soft, warm" that continuously tickles at the point of his ears. Esteban has to resist the thought that maybe blocking the sounds would help; he very much doubts that it would do anything.]
"Eli!" [In his defense, he hasn't thought this through. Elidibus wasn't someone he was overly close to-- and he'd been trying to keep the nicknames to a minimum considering not everyone enjoyed them. But it slipped out! Elidibus was such a long name!.. Oh well. Better ask forgiveness and all that.]
"Some of the village's kids went missin'. Three of 'em." [He waves at the likely culprit, keeping a careful eye on the mists that seem to edge ever slowly closer. Tendrils of it rise in innocent patterns, fluttering at the edges between the two worlds, wavering in the feeble light that barely seeps through the clouds. He tries to mask the shiver that they cause.]
"We gotta go an' help 'em out." [Already, he is reaching out; a large hand rising, palm open for his companion to take without much thought. The fog does not even need its voices to be as lethal as teeth.]