Go Chat With The Man

I sit down across from the man, realizing he’s positively huge from this close. He’s handsome in a rough manner, a man who’s seen a lot of life. With broad powerful shoulders and big powerful arms. Looking down to his waist he slims down through his shirt I can see his washboard abs. I open my mouth to greet him but I'm cut short by what feels like a minor earthquake in my bones.

“Hey there, Miss.”

It takes half a second for me to figure out that the rumbling came from the man, rather than some kind of seismological event.

“Hey there,” I say, then indicate the amount of food heaped on his plate. “You hungry?”

“Always am,” He grins. “Camber. You?”

“Kaitlin,” I reply.

“Huh,” he eyes me across the table. “So you’re an elf, eh? What brings you way out here?”

“Do you know my kind?” I ask, curious to see if he’s going to make a big deal of it.

“Anyone who knows anything is able to spot an elf from a mile away, Miss,” he chuckles. “I guess I can’t be surprised if most people out here don’t, though,” he continues with a shrug. “After all, the majority of elves just want to eke out a life in their cities, no interest in anything beyond their own noses. No, fuck that.”

He leans across the table, and with him this close I realize his body is covered in faded scars. They crisscross all across his body, signifying a lifetime spent in combat.

“Life is about taking, going, and living. It’s about seizing opportunities when you see them. Don’t be content to wallow in mediocrity.”

He relaxes and I see the faint hint of the corners of his mouth turning upwards as he pulls back.

“But you’re out here, so no doubt you know that already. What are you here for?