[Now that he’s standing she can get a better look at him. Tall. Not so much physically imposing although the intensity of his stare and voice might be considered intimidating to someone less personally dominating herself.]
Now it is my turn for a question, what kind of world do you come from?
[Her question is asked with genuine curiosity. It was one of her favorite parts about meeting the newcomers. Striding closer, she pokes a curious finger into one of the torn holes. His clothes are finely made, so they were a curiosity, and looking closer it looks like he has no obvious bleeding wounds that he’s hiding.]
You don’t look like much of a warrior. Do you use magic, hm?
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[Now that he’s standing she can get a better look at him. Tall. Not so much physically imposing although the intensity of his stare and voice might be considered intimidating to someone less personally dominating herself.]
Now it is my turn for a question, what kind of world do you come from?
[Her question is asked with genuine curiosity. It was one of her favorite parts about meeting the newcomers. Striding closer, she pokes a curious finger into one of the torn holes. His clothes are finely made, so they were a curiosity, and looking closer it looks like he has no obvious bleeding wounds that he’s hiding.]
You don’t look like much of a warrior. Do you use magic, hm?