“Believe me, I know that now..” Corudan frowned, grasping the man in order to help himself a bit. He glanced up at the tree he’d jumped from just moments before as he was sat down.
“In my defense, it was jump, or have my eyes plucked out by an angry mother of three baby hawks. If I’d have known I was being an intruder upon her humble little home, I’d have chosen another tree!”
The man chuckles, finding a right- sized piece of wood and bringing it back to the elf. He looks at the offended limb critically.
“Ye’ll need ta cut yer boot before it swells too much ya ken. Better if ye do it noo. Want a hand?”
The Wanderer takes up a knife, starting to work on it before adding. “Mind ye, fer a moment I thought it wuz raining elves and Iwuz mighty confused-like. I have nae a name proper but most people call me The Wanderer.”
“Considering all I have is my bow.. I would definitely like a hand,” Corudan nodded, grimacing at his soon-to-be-ruined boot. At least the good nature of the man was a well enough distraction, though.
“Rainin elves?” The river walker repeated, a grin settling on his face now. “Well.. that’s a thought! But being an elf in question, though.. I can say it is not a nice thought.”
“It is nice to meet you, my newfound friend! My name is Corudan. I am called the River Walker by some, although I won’t be doing any proper walking for a little while.”
