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WHO: Haldir, and Whoever!
WHAT: Haldir has drug 4 large trees from sundermount, and is now vigorously chopping wood outside the mages tower without a shirt.
WHEN: Wintermarch
WHERE: Kirkwall - Gallows specifically
NOTES: For some UNKNOWN REASON Haldir feels super energetic, and he promised a lovely lady some wood /waggles eybrows

Over the space of a few days, Haldir’s attitude and outlook on life had changed drastically. Although he lacked a purpose in his new place of residence, it didn’t seem bother him as it did before. After a delightful, and very eventful day with Ellana, he felt an overwhelming need to make sure she had everything she needed. She had mentioned that having a well stocked supply of wood was always sought after, so it was a place to start. So, after a quick and very awkward chat with the Quartermaster, he borrowed an ax and ran off toward a wooded area he discovered in his roaming.

He chopped down four sizable trees, and then proceeded to drag them from the wood all the way to the Mages Tower. He thought it would take quite a lot longer, but he felt his old strength and vigor return, which made it possible to drag two trees at once, rather than just one at a time. Night passed, and the exercise felt rather good. It was quite a hike from the gallows to the forest, but he didn’t feel fatigued. If anything, he felt relieved that his body didn’t seem to require rest or sleep that night. He hated the idea of sleep, more so the nightmares that accompanied it. He often went until he collapsed, hoping fatigue would erase the chances for dreams. Given the option, he was much more content to explore the new trees, and walk under the stars, even if they were not the ones he knew. He was beginning to feel like himself again.

An irksome thing he had noticed his body was that it started producing a wet sheen that smelled most unpleasant after a few hours. In order to prevent his shirt and armor from becoming soiled, he stripped down to just his breeches and boots, stashing the rest away until he was finished. Once all the trees had been deposited by the tower, he started frantically chopping, cleaving each log in two in just one swing. A sizable pile of wood was starting to build up, and he paused to survey his handiwork with a satisfied smile, and a swipe across his brow.

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"Salut," replied the elf, who, for one with an observant eye, was dressed as a maid and seemed very much to belong in Thedas. "...would you like some water?" She really had no idea what else to ask him, apart from 'are you mentally sound', which didn't seem quite the right approach for a shirtless glowing man holding an axe.

He cocked his head to the side, and then looked around.

"I'm afraid you must have me confused with someone else. I am not Salut. Perhaps he is about?"

He looked around again hoping that Salut would pop out of the corner to save him from his own awkwardness.

It takes Fifi a moment, then she smiles. "...salut is a greeting," she explains, "forgive me, it would seem I am still very Orlesian." She shakes her head with a sigh. "But the question remains, if you would like water."

He had no idea what being Orlesian meant, but he assumed it was either a region or possibly a clan? She lacked the facial markings the dalish often had, but maybe she was from a different clan? He remembered that there were also elves who had no clan, maybe she was one of them?

He was unsure why everyone in Kirkwall suddenly became concerned with his water intake, but he didn't want to appear rude.

"If you would part with some, I would gladly partake. I have been working for quite a while." He shifted his feet awkwardly. Should he introduce himself? "I'm called Haldir."

Another smirk. "I would," she agrees, "give me a moment."
A minute or so later, she returns with a wooden cup of water, lukewarm from the kitchens so the winter doesn't make it icy too quickly and shock his system. "Fifi," she replies, "'Aldir. You are from a rift?"

"My thanks," he said with a nod before he drank, humming a little as the cool water ran down his throat. He didn't realize how thirsty he was. He still had trouble knowing what his body needed in this place.

Once drained, he held onto the cup, unsure what to do with it now that he was finished. He raises his glowing hand up in confirmation of her question, wiggling it a little.

"I'm sure more than just the hand gave me away, but yes. I have noticed that we are far from inconspicuous. Are-are you from a rift as well?" He hoped that wasn't an insensitive question.

A smile of amusement, and Fifi shakes her head, reaching out to retrieve the cup once Haldir is finished. "Non, just from Orlais," she replies, "not quite so exciting as a rift."

He gladly hands over the cup, and then shifts his feet again.

"What is Orlais like? I admit I know very little of this new land I am in, and I'm rather curious about it."

"Not all that unlike here," she answers honestly, folding her hands behind her back, "I expect you will have reason to visit it, soon enough. I hear the Inquisition is there often."

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