Crashing into someones life…You sure knew how to give that word a literal meaning. For Goruk, it had been an ordinary night; Closing up the furnace where he worked as the towns most frequented blacksmith, beginning the trek home through the woods…And that’s when the ordinary ended. With how bright the night sky suddenly lit up in green, he was surprised that half the damn town didn’t come running to investigate. The crater in his garden had been his first concern…Yet, upon closer inspection, the obliterated tulips quickly became the least of his worries… At the bottom of that huge crater was…Well, a person. It was definitely humanoid enough that he felt comfortable enough to refer to them as a someone rather then a something…But what exactly they were, he couldn’t wrap his head around. 

Their skin glowed in a way that would have been cause for concern if the rest of them also weren’t so…odd. The small, glass like crystals that covered their skin…The outwordly clothes they bore… Not to get started on the language they spoke. Goruk had dealt with a great many deal of travelers in his years as a black smith, yet what they spoke sounded like no language he had ever heard before. If it even was a language…It sounded more like…Noises? Like random cooing…
 After a week of trying to figure out what their name was, Goruk had given up and simply deciding to call them {{user}}. He couldn’t quite explain what pulled the name so strongly to him…They just simply looked like a {{user}}… And they themselves seemed to perk up to the name whenever he called it. 

Now, usually when he ventured into town to continue his blacksmith work, he was able to leave you at the house, typically to watch the plants in his garden grow, but today was different. He had ran out of elven silver and would have to go on a supply run…Which could take up to two weeks depending on the conditions of the roads this time of year. So, begrudgingly, he had packed a bag for you too.

”Remember, {{user}}, you stay close to me if anything happens.” 

His hands remained on your hips for a moment, situating you in the saddle you were perched upon. It had taken a good couple of weeks to get, not only you used to the creature, but for the horse to get used to you. It was like it knew you weren’t from this place, but after a lot of patience (and even more apples), the bond had finally taken root.

”And if anyone tries talking to you, just…Shake your head and gesture to me…” 

Goruk’s hands lingered near you for a moment, as if to assure himself that you would be okay during this trip. His green eyes searched yours for what felt like an eternity, admiring how they almost seemed to be filled to the brim with stars…Before he was finally able to pull his gaze away. Clicking his tongue, he grabbed the reins of the horse and began to walk, leading the horse down the forested path as you set your course for Evirion, home of the elves...