[Wilhelm thinks of his domain as his sanctuary, a rare thing that belongs only to him, that can't be touched by anyone else unless invited. Well, surprise visitors have wandered in a few times, but he'd made his little corner of the Horizon hard to find on purpose, tucked away among trees and bluffs. For this reason, projecting his desire for privacy onto everyone else, he hasn't explored much of the landscape shaped by the whims and wishes of the Summoned. The combination of curiosity and boredom, though, draws him out eventually.
It's the rowboat that catches his attention. Waiting untethered in the canal, it feels like an unspoken invitation. After a moment's debate, he climbs in — better to ask for forgiveness than permission. The heft of the oars is familiar in his hands, though the size and shape of the boat itself is different from what he's used to. It wouldn't win any races, that's for sure. He's also used to sharing the burden with three other rowers, but as he dips the oars into the water he discovers that the boat glides with unexpected ease.
The smooth sailing ends, both literally and figuratively, when he steps out into the courtyard and finds himself getting stink-eyed by...what looks like a baby dragon.]
Um...I come in peace?
[Even if he didn't have his hands raised to his chest in the universal placative sign of I'm not going to hurt you, Wilhelm wouldn't look like much of a threat.]
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It's the rowboat that catches his attention. Waiting untethered in the canal, it feels like an unspoken invitation. After a moment's debate, he climbs in — better to ask for forgiveness than permission. The heft of the oars is familiar in his hands, though the size and shape of the boat itself is different from what he's used to. It wouldn't win any races, that's for sure. He's also used to sharing the burden with three other rowers, but as he dips the oars into the water he discovers that the boat glides with unexpected ease.
The smooth sailing ends, both literally and figuratively, when he steps out into the courtyard and finds himself getting stink-eyed by...what looks like a baby dragon.]
Um...I come in peace?
[Even if he didn't have his hands raised to his chest in the universal placative sign of I'm not going to hurt you, Wilhelm wouldn't look like much of a threat.]