Thread: Restoration of the Sands

Kas Inathel was not an individual to stand out much on appearance alone. His Elven frame was lithe and from some angles somewhat androgynous but the man was something of an oddity nonetheless for those with a keen enough eye to look past his simple leathers and loosely flowing clothing. Kas was not strange because of his deeply tanned skin and silvery-white hair, nor his large and thick bow that appeared to be roughly the same height as his entire body, he was strange because of his demeanor which was constantly shifting from that of what might be considered an urchin or street rat to that of a veteran wastelander and warrior with every passing moment. His early years had taught him the unforgiving nature of the desert as he roamed with his parents in a nomadic lifestyle, small caravans of gypsies on the move from hideaway to hideaway as everyone learned to hunt, fish, forage, craft, or perform whatever odd job was available to make ends meet. His father had been a fairly skilled hunter in his own right and a master Fletcher who was doing what he could to teach Kas what he knew, but of course as one might expect things never go as planned for anyone who might be considered an adventurer in their lifetime. The end result being that he was forced out into the wastes with little more than his father's trusted bow after some manner of beast saw fit to overturn their wagon and rip away the life that he had known, but that was a lesson he learned all too well. For Kas Inathel life was chaos and to fight that was tantamount to suicide. One had to roll with whatever happened and move on rather than struggle against it and that is exactly how he lived his life, one step at a time. He never even saw the posted advertisement for this job and much to his surprise was more or less pulled from the street as he just so happened to pass by the River Guard Gatehouse only to be subjected to questioning which he truly had no issues complying with since the man was friendly enough and welcoming. There was a bit of confusion from Veteran Geraldi once he realized that Kas had no clue why they were talking in the first place but the man seemed convinced that this dark-skinned elf was a fitting choice for whatever mission this Lady A had in mind. He couldn't help but have some doubts as he approached the modest but still impressive townhouse and knocked on the door, it wasn't a walk of life he could ever be accustomed to, but he was greeted by a stunningly beautiful Elven woman that nearly had him stumbling over his words before he could present the evidence of his belonging there. Shifting the weight of the sack over his shoulder which held nearly all of his limited belongings and he struggled to carry effectively he reached out to accept her hand and kiss the back of her palm before speaking a few Elven words. Y' seasa a' elea vanim en' lye nostale. Tanya lle nae amin-aya. A pleasure to see beauty of our kind. Would that you were mine. She led him back to a waiting room with plenty of assorted foods for sampling and Kas wasted no time in pouring himself some red wine and nibbling on cheese and fruit. True he displayed a somewhat ragged appearance by the dusty nature of his otherwise white clothing but he was not one to pass up luxuries when they were afforded to him, all the while stealing glances at the slave without much effort to hide his interest.