[FancyCyclops]

Ephemeral Encounter

6/7/337
Today was, something. I was fishing as I normally was.
Growing bored, I wandered about, until I happened upon an admittedly quite well-built building.
I walked in, admiring what I could, when I was then stopped by a group of people, who I believe were the owners.
"Vorv" offered a choice; Combat, or posing. Of course, that meant I had to pose.
I did. Admittedly, I might've been taking from a page I saw of an Onigan comic. It wasn't impressive, either way, as I was not let free.
Vorv, being more fluent in the art of posing, struck a most heroic and awe-inspiring pose. I don't think drawing or describing would do
it much justice. My pose fell short. In my moment of doubt, believing that those walls would be my grave, Vorv encouraged me.
So, I posed. Improvising, I realized the true (not really) purpose of the staff; to pose with. I held it out dramatically, while also adjusting
my legs. It seems that was powerful and inspiring enough for them to let me go. After we said our salutations, I left, my spirit re-ignited.
What was up with that elf? What kind of group did I intrude upon? Why do I feel like they were taken from an Onigan comic?
These questions, should be answered with time.