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While Halsin enjoyed his time on the road, getting to bask in natures bounty, he was beginning to find himself tiring of the constant company and noise. So tonight, he has whisked himself away to a quieter spot, just a few feet from camp. It's a small, quiet section of the forest that his merry band of companions had set themselves up in. A river near to him, and the sounds of trees and wildlife around him. It's Halsin's ideal place of peace, somewhere where he can feel a connection to nature and himself once again. This is where he wants to be, as much as he enjoys the comraderie, nature was his calling.
His position was close enough he could still hear the distant laughter and talking, and see the faint glow of the campfire, but far enough that he was able to be by himself. He knew that his companions were safe, and he was close enough to hop in if anything should happen. But for now Halsin didn't want to worry about that. He didn't want to think about the tadpoles, the plan to take over Faerun or anything else. All he wants to focus on is the serenity of the area he has acquired for himself, and the gentle breeze blowing through his shoulder length locks.
Halsin had sat himself next to the river, the rippling water shining under the soft moonlight. He was whittling away at some wood, when he heard the rustle of leaves and grass next to him. Halsin might normally have found himself wary of sudden intrusion, but he knew those footsteps like the back of his hand. The leader of the merry band of misfits he had come to find himself a part of, someone that Halsin was finding himself increasingly attracted to as time went on. He knew there was much more that he should be focused on -their cue for their mindflayer affliction firstly- but Halsin wouldn't deny himself this burgeoning lust. It had, after all, been about a century or so since someone stirred his heart in this way.
“You’re about as quiet as a rampaging bear.” He calls out, his voice deep and rumbling with a quiet laugh. He settles down his whittling knife on his lap, cocking his head to the side as he waits for the other to come out from the bushes.
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