Broken Antler Fen fire & smoke

That makes two of them; on the road, Aldric talked to a few—mostly basic greetings, help or questions from either party. Grand conversations, however, have not been on his mind. It settles in the back of his mind that he has been lonely—he misses Nirali especially, a lot.

Alarian is a name he has heard before, however, back on the beach under the cover of night—laid next to his crush, as she reveals more of her backstory. He never forgets what she tells him, too keen to devour the knowledge she gives and too interested to lay any of them to rest. His lips open, hanging there hesitantly.

“Aldric…” Instead, he found a man that Nirali has been thinking of, theorizing night after night about how he is. He wishes she was here, wishes they all were. This is not his place, and he feels uncertain how to react. Perhaps this is another Alarian—but the resemblance. Those ears.  

“Do you know Nesira?” It is the only test he can think of without giving information away further.