03-04-2015, 03:57 AM
Patrin grasped the other man's hand. It was an opportunity he couldn't resist; he hoped he could glean more insight about Kurako from the touch. All the pale haired man got was the sense of a taint, and more sorrow then he wanted to deal with. It would make his facade crumble, his disguise become useless, since his instinct was to offer aid, healing. Instead, he needed to fight against it. "You could try to kill me." He would be in pain, terrible pain, but he wouldn't die. His kind were notoriously hard to kill .. and yet he feared he was the last.
"I couldn't say. That is a mystery to me as well, though I suspect what I seek lies upon those far away mountains." He had been there before with others like him, a very long time ago. It made sense that this trace of energy he felt would come from there. Of course, those mountains were dangerous, for Kurako. He worried the half elf would be harmed by the defenses the horned kind had created around one of their homes.
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