Prompt A/D [One of the things that Rowen finds himself able to appreciate about his (relatively) new situation is the sheer differences in environment in comparison to both Rieze Maxia and Elympios. Any of his numerous strolls through Verens are bound to reveal splendid elements of the culture that spark the imagination. The technology is like some intriguing halfway point between Rieze Maxia's and Elympios', as is the sense of style; efficient and sturdy, yet lacking in a certain level of refinement.
Needless to say, his interests lead to frequenting the shopping district, observing and learning at a polite distance. Unfortunately, one such trip is quickly derailed by the distinct odor of rotten food. It's all he can do to hold a gloved hand to his face as he looks at the formidable mess in disappointment, punctuated by a cold breeze swirling around him.]
Prompt C ...Just like any new technology, I suppose. [It's as much a broadcasted thought as it is the tail-end of a review of his amulet. Rowen pauses to collect his thoughts, only to sigh anyway.] To think that a geezer would have to learn so many new tricks at this age.
[Though he doesn't project an image to accompany the thoughts, there is a smile in his voice.] I imagine there are a number of entertaining mishaps that have occurred in learning how to use these crystals. Would anyone care to share?
Prompt G(how could I not go for that prompt suggestion?) [For all of his talk of a refined palate and good taste, Rowen still has room in his experiences for simple fare. Peanut butter and jelly were not a normal combination that graced the Sharil household, but Lady Driselle loved to try food that did not require extensive preparation.
Reflective little lights gleam around Rowen as he sits in a cafe, a butter knife used to smartly spread the aforementioned condiments on toast. It's moments like these, without the bustle of work to otherwise focus on, that make him feel most nostalgic.]
Wildcard [Feeling like these aren't enough prompts...! Toss anything at him. Figuratively. Literally.]
Rowen J. Ilbert | Tales of Xillia 2
[One of the things that Rowen finds himself able to appreciate about his (relatively) new situation is the sheer differences in environment in comparison to both Rieze Maxia and Elympios. Any of his numerous strolls through Verens are bound to reveal splendid elements of the culture that spark the imagination. The technology is like some intriguing halfway point between Rieze Maxia's and Elympios', as is the sense of style; efficient and sturdy, yet lacking in a certain level of refinement.
Needless to say, his interests lead to frequenting the shopping district, observing and learning at a polite distance. Unfortunately, one such trip is quickly derailed by the distinct odor of rotten food. It's all he can do to hold a gloved hand to his face as he looks at the formidable mess in disappointment, punctuated by a cold breeze swirling around him.]
Prompt C
...Just like any new technology, I suppose. [It's as much a broadcasted thought as it is the tail-end of a review of his amulet. Rowen pauses to collect his thoughts, only to sigh anyway.] To think that a geezer would have to learn so many new tricks at this age.
[Though he doesn't project an image to accompany the thoughts, there is a smile in his voice.] I imagine there are a number of entertaining mishaps that have occurred in learning how to use these crystals. Would anyone care to share?
Prompt G
(how could I not go for that prompt suggestion?)[For all of his talk of a refined palate and good taste, Rowen still has room in his experiences for simple fare. Peanut butter and jelly were not a normal combination that graced the Sharil household, but Lady Driselle loved to try food that did not require extensive preparation.
Reflective little lights gleam around Rowen as he sits in a cafe, a butter knife used to smartly spread the aforementioned condiments on toast. It's moments like these, without the bustle of work to otherwise focus on, that make him feel most nostalgic.]
Wildcard
[Feeling like these aren't enough prompts...! Toss anything at him. Figuratively. Literally.]