Felix hasn't been avoiding the death knight since Jim pointed him out. On the contrary, the conjurer finds himself glancing back across the room a few times, seeking out Harrow's figure in the gently mingling crowd. He supposes he does want to know how his handiwork has held up. Though that's... possibly not a conversation to have in earshot of Jim. Or the woman accompanying Harrow (Mara, but Felix hopes she's not his date). Hmm.
He circles around for a bit while he decides on how to make his approach, peeking at Harrow over the shoulder of a particularly curious Earth mage while the latter talks. There's something different about... well, about Harrow. Something off. He can't put his finger on it. It's not just the outfit, he's sure. He might as well say hello, though after their last meeting the prospect makes his hands twinge sort of nervously...
Oh, Stendarr, he's being an idiot. Felix nearly slaps himself. Look at him! He's dithering like it's the first time he walked up to Indara Carvain. Over Harrowheart? That's it. Better get on with this so he can go find Jim already.
It only takes a minute or so to divert his curious conversation partner Anna's way. ("I understand that young lady is from another plane entirely. I'm sure she would give you quite a different perspective.") He's forgotten what the man was trying to talk to him about but it doesn't matter very much. He strolls Harrow's way with determined idleness, still puzzling over what's nagging him. His smile when he catches the death knight's eye is quick and polite. He may be well-dressed, but it looks like maybe the conjurer hasn't been getting enough rest lately. And there's still a feminine fire elemental following him around, a few undelivered gifts in her arms as she skates gracefully above the floor.
"Good evening, Harrowheart. It's good to see you looking well- I heard..." Wait. Is that- is that a sword at Harrow's back? His eyebrows shoot up. What's going on here? He assumed Harrow would leave his axes elsewhere; their absence didn't strike him as too odd. But carrying a sword instead? It's not as if he needs it here! His stare lasts a few seconds before he blinks, gives Harrow a questioning frown. "...Heard you were injured in the battle."
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Date: 2017-06-22 09:56 pm (UTC)He circles around for a bit while he decides on how to make his approach, peeking at Harrow over the shoulder of a particularly curious Earth mage while the latter talks. There's something different about... well, about Harrow. Something off. He can't put his finger on it. It's not just the outfit, he's sure. He might as well say hello, though after their last meeting the prospect makes his hands twinge sort of nervously...
Oh, Stendarr, he's being an idiot. Felix nearly slaps himself. Look at him! He's dithering like it's the first time he walked up to Indara Carvain. Over Harrowheart? That's it. Better get on with this so he can go find Jim already.
It only takes a minute or so to divert his curious conversation partner Anna's way. ("I understand that young lady is from another plane entirely. I'm sure she would give you quite a different perspective.") He's forgotten what the man was trying to talk to him about but it doesn't matter very much. He strolls Harrow's way with determined idleness, still puzzling over what's nagging him. His smile when he catches the death knight's eye is quick and polite. He may be well-dressed, but it looks like maybe the conjurer hasn't been getting enough rest lately. And there's still a feminine fire elemental following him around, a few undelivered gifts in her arms as she skates gracefully above the floor.
"Good evening, Harrowheart. It's good to see you looking well- I heard..." Wait. Is that- is that a sword at Harrow's back? His eyebrows shoot up. What's going on here? He assumed Harrow would leave his axes elsewhere; their absence didn't strike him as too odd. But carrying a sword instead? It's not as if he needs it here! His stare lasts a few seconds before he blinks, gives Harrow a questioning frown. "...Heard you were injured in the battle."