Felix slowly steps out to give her a clear view of him, hands open and away from his sides.
"I don't mean any harm," he calls. "I am just... lost."
It's true, and perhaps more importantly it looks true. Or at least, his clothes (rough, loose cotton tunic and pants, well-worn leather boots, and a sword sheathed at his waist - this last clearly the highest-quality part of the outfit, by a huge margin) don't look like they would be from around here.
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Date: 2013-03-29 02:28 am (UTC)Felix slowly steps out to give her a clear view of him, hands open and away from his sides.
"I don't mean any harm," he calls. "I am just... lost."
It's true, and perhaps more importantly it looks true. Or at least, his clothes (rough, loose cotton tunic and pants, well-worn leather boots, and a sword sheathed at his waist - this last clearly the highest-quality part of the outfit, by a huge margin) don't look like they would be from around here.