[Cehd'ra's own farm is being shown some effort but what he enjoys is quickly turning out to be fishing. He's wandered out this far trying to find unspoiled ponds...though it's been a while since he last saw a landmark he recognized. He's not lost, shut up.]
Oh. [That's...
An elezen? At last something familiar--and he's still wearing his Garlean uniform. There's a chance the white haired man wouldn't see him as an enemy (not that he looks particularly threatening at the moment with a bamboo pole slung over his shoulder and a bucket in his other hand), but Cehd'ra doesn't think he wants to risk it.
Unfortunately one of the sheep bleating at the dark figure he makes near the treeline announces his presence before he can try to disappear.]
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Oh. [That's...
An elezen? At last something familiar--and he's still wearing his Garlean uniform. There's a chance the white haired man wouldn't see him as an enemy (not that he looks particularly threatening at the moment with a bamboo pole slung over his shoulder and a bucket in his other hand), but Cehd'ra doesn't think he wants to risk it.
Unfortunately one of the sheep bleating at the dark figure he makes near the treeline announces his presence before he can try to disappear.]