It's been a long time.
Walking quietly about the Nexus this evening is a figure that appears to be some sort of elven king, if one were to judge by his elegantly medieval dress, the circlet upon his brow, and his fae grace. Deep blue, runic tattoos cover every inch of skin that shows, from face to neck to hands. Unlike most elves, however, his ears are relatively rounded. It is the white hair and eyes the grey-green of the sea that lend much of the elven impression. His voice, when he speaks, is melodic but bears faint traces of a cockney accent.
It would require some imagination, a loss of several inches in height and a measure of confidence, and the addition of serious blisters and scabs to render him a more recognizable figure in the current Nexus.
He has a mildly bemused look, almost nostalgic, as he explores the place. When he asks his question, he seems slightly awkward with the public speaking. "What price is it worth to be able to help others, on a grand scale? Or... hmmm... what's your favorite memory of the Nexus?"
It would require some imagination, a loss of several inches in height and a measure of confidence, and the addition of serious blisters and scabs to render him a more recognizable figure in the current Nexus.
He has a mildly bemused look, almost nostalgic, as he explores the place. When he asks his question, he seems slightly awkward with the public speaking. "What price is it worth to be able to help others, on a grand scale? Or... hmmm... what's your favorite memory of the Nexus?"