[There are many people gathered. So many, in fact, that it might be easy to overlook someone who barely hits five feet. He's a kid, no older than fourteen by the looks of it. He's got some serious bedhead, though, and his robes are a deep blue-violet, made of some kind of fantastical fabric that shimmers of enchantments in the right light. They look old, though, and well-worn besides. The most stunning things about him are his long thin ears and glowing green eyes. It's a sickly green, not something you'd want to see outside of a Halloween decoration.
He sits at a table all by himself, clutching a metal staff protectively. His expression is completely on edge. He has a full plate, untouched. His reaction to this whole thing is close to a captive, scared, starving animal with food in front of it.
It's only a matter of time before he scarfs it down. Probably.]
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He sits at a table all by himself, clutching a metal staff protectively. His expression is completely on edge. He has a full plate, untouched. His reaction to this whole thing is close to a captive, scared, starving animal with food in front of it.
It's only a matter of time before he scarfs it down. Probably.]