[ And the bow's aim with it, is implied. Having come upon her in silence, the Elvenking stands demurely to one side of the balcony, remaining by the entrance. Wandering the quiet hallways this evening has allowed him to view many places, but it's the sight of an archer (even one of men, reminiscent of Bard after a fashion) that gives him pause.
He is tall and silver-robed in the moonlight, a crown of spikes and berries on his fair head, patiently awaiting her reply. ]
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[ And the bow's aim with it, is implied. Having come upon her in silence, the Elvenking stands demurely to one side of the balcony, remaining by the entrance. Wandering the quiet hallways this evening has allowed him to view many places, but it's the sight of an archer (even one of men, reminiscent of Bard after a fashion) that gives him pause.
He is tall and silver-robed in the moonlight, a crown of spikes and berries on his fair head, patiently awaiting her reply. ]