Had Atlas been a few years younger, he would have practically jumped out of his skin when he heard the other person approach. Nowadays though, he was far more mellow, much more quiet, allowing things to happen as they did. And with the approaching storm, he was not surprised at all that someone was out and about, even though few people rarely passed by these parts to begin with. Humans, elves, demons, what have you-- most of them did better in large groups, up in their cities and towns or hopping about the treetops. Seeing another person approach--and an elf no less!--was like a ray of sunshine in this welcome but gloomy weather.
"It's no problem at all," Atlas said, his voice surprisingly high for someone so tall and well built as compared to his kin. He gestured to the table. "Feel free to sit if you'd like! Or I've got some stew warmed up inside, if you're one who eats meats and vegetables."
He shrugged, giving the elf a soft and warm smile. "Say, what brings you out here all the way to the plains? Don't see too many elves outside of the forest!"
"It's no problem at all," Atlas said, his voice surprisingly high for someone so tall and well built as compared to his kin. He gestured to the table. "Feel free to sit if you'd like! Or I've got some stew warmed up inside, if you're one who eats meats and vegetables."
He shrugged, giving the elf a soft and warm smile. "Say, what brings you out here all the way to the plains? Don't see too many elves outside of the forest!"
