07-06-2018, 05:14 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-06-2018, 05:16 PM by DarkAbyssKeeper.)
Approaching the area from the south-east, as if intentionally avoiding Fovaros, walked a young man with long navy hair tied in a braid that reached his waist. As he walked a black silk cloak flapped behind him and a wooden quarterstaff seemed to follow him as if held by an unseen hand. As he drew nearer he waved at the man whittling away.
"Hello!" he said, loudly enough to be heard on approach.
"Hello!" he said, loudly enough to be heard on approach.