[Although Ashraf had told Koltira that the cabin in the woods belonged to him--that Koltira had personally built it, even--he has little desire to spend any time there. Its existence strikes him as eerie, given the clear high elven influence in the carved archways; obviously, someone who knew of the quel'dorei had constructed it. But he wasn't ready to accept that it might have been some version of himself.
Furthermore, it was miles away from the city, from where everything was actually happening. For as long as he was here, he wanted to meet these people, to know them. He couldn't do that while locked away in a dreary hermit cabin.
Granted, it presented him with a problem with regard to his sleeping arrangements, but he'd gone without long periods of rest many times before. Vigils and guard watches and so on.
Even so, it's been a few days now, and that's why he's nodding off on a bench somewhere in the center of the city, yawning through half-shut eyes as he watches the crowds pass.]
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Furthermore, it was miles away from the city, from where everything was actually happening. For as long as he was here, he wanted to meet these people, to know them. He couldn't do that while locked away in a dreary hermit cabin.
Granted, it presented him with a problem with regard to his sleeping arrangements, but he'd gone without long periods of rest many times before. Vigils and guard watches and so on.
Even so, it's been a few days now, and that's why he's nodding off on a bench somewhere in the center of the city, yawning through half-shut eyes as he watches the crowds pass.]