Re: (Hirsu) The Balanced Realm of Elan
Hirsu shrugs, and leaves the smoker's hut.
He walks through the city in silence, and did what he perhaps should have done when he first arrived. He walked among his people, remaining silent and observing them. His eyes scanned the crowds, examining their life forces with a growing ease. Every time he saw someone who was injured, whether rich, poor, working or shopping, he approached them in an indirect manner, and gently lay a hand upon them. He healed their injury or illness without fuss, though he left any old scars or piercings in place. He spoke a single sentence to them as the surge faded. "I walk with you always."
He moved on without another word, losing himself in the crowd.
After a few hours, he began seriously looking for a carpenter. When he saw one, he approached them. "Hello. I need to make a new pipe. Could you teach me how?"
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