K9_Diarmuid
Crafter
*The rain slowly trickles down, a light shower in the cool breeze. The papers dance along the ground, as if they were trying to dodges every globule of rain. A faint splattering is heard as the droplets hit the ground and prance back up. Elrohir drops his hood, revealing the long dreadlocks tied back. People run for shelter everywhere. He stoops low to the ground, snatching up one of the many papers that litter the damp flagstones. The sun casts a long shadow across the ground, as the rain continues to soak the page. His eyes flicker over the scrawled writing. When he finishes he grins, tearing the paper which contains the small portion that carries the signature. He scrunches up the paper into a ball, lobbing it over his shoulder. As the rain ceases, he draws his hood up once more. People step outside once more, as the hooded Elf walk off. There's only one thought on his mind. ''Find this man.''*
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