Placin had been the source of all the conversation for the last three hours and it seemed to the cleric that he showed no sign of letting up. Not that it was seriously agitating her. Yet. After joining ranks with her former adventuring companions, the experience forced her to become more tolerant of social activities and communication no matter how mundane she believed it to be. Never once did she ponder if leaving that group and joining the undead traveler was a poor idea, even if he was quite the chatter box. In a way, it was rather refreshing being with a new companion. However, for the moment, Sadeeka’s ears needed a bit of rest from the bouncy topics. At the time, Placin was rambling on about his home land and reminiscing on the past.

“You know, it has been nearly 200 years since I’ve seen my home land.” He said with a sigh. “How I miss it.” There was a long pause between them before Placin finally glanced at her. “You haven’t said much in a long while, m’lady.” He noted.

“You haven’t given much room to interject anything.” The elf replied in her very typical flat tone.

“Oh, my apologies!” Placin replied rather aghast at that thought. He could have missed out on so much intriguing information and dialog had he just been a bit more silent.

“No apology is necessary. Words do not flow through me as graciously as they do you. I have little need for them.” She said, casting her blackened eyes upward at the tall immortal. Placin just beamed happy as can be then adjusted his hat.

(Short clip from the short story I've written that still needs finishing. This is based off a world I have always had batting around in my head but only recently decided to start illustrating.)