Thread:Faenor of the Silver Laurel/@comment-26184570-20160210182418/@comment-26444332-20160211024843

Faenor takes one look at the sticks and decided to take his chances with the river, lifting a hand as he steps down to the riverbank. With a swell, the river arches into a path along the now-drying bed, allowing him to cross.

"You would not happen to have any green things, would you? Like my Laiquendi brethren, I do not eat flesh."