“Ahhh... well there was this one man. He was stubborn as all hell but we moved on from esch others company to do our own jobs.” He’d say. “We had bery different goals and mind sets lets just say that. What type ofpf information do you want exactly?”
Nithron asks looking towards the two tilting...
“Just whatever needs done. Wander of sorts.” Nithron answers, “Life is more exciting this way.” He’d raise an eyebrow at Ayman’s comment about his folk, “I suppose that part is true also. But I dont know much of them anymore. Times changed.” He’d say having finsihed up the one drink and was now...
Nithron nods, "The man seems to have it figured out. But if it helps I am from the West. Pretty much following where ever the people take me." He'd say looking at the sky, "My memory gets a bit foggy at times." He'd finish walking along in quiet playing with a necklace he would take out and...
"Yes sir." Nithron smiles some, "Kinda makes my ears ache a little if you know what I mean." Nithron points at his ears, "Hearing sensitive and all that shit." He'd say with slurred speech as he drank some more ale. "Name is Nithron..." He'd offer his hand to Ayman, "Nice to meet you." He'd say...
“I think the mountains.” Nithron answers Dea’roh. He was pretty old compared to the two of them in their years of life. He did not say much else after that as he looked around some following Dea’roh and Hugi. ‘I travel a lot.” He’d add not wanting to bring up much else about his past. He was a...
Nithron shrugs, “I havent been traveling all these years to not have never had worried about that stuff. It is the simple stuff that will satisfy me when that happens then. I am fairly sure I out age both you.” He’d chuckle some before getting serious. “I’ll just be doing my own thing while you...
I suppose that Nithron wouldnt mind helping out a bit, he isn’t too shifty though because of misconceptions about his race many people just take him as not trustworthy. But he isn’t the one to turn his back on a job either!
Nithron wouldve been passing by when he over heard the two companions conversation, well some of it. With a one eighty turn he'd smile, "I am sorry ma'am, sir. But I could not help but over hear your guys conversation." He'd give a sly sharp canined smile before bowing, "My name is Nithron."...
Nithron would have already had a few to drink as he sat at one of the table drinking and eating some warm food. He'd watch all of them enter the tavern with a quiet glance before going back to eating. Next to him someone was just chatting away giving him a head ache, "Good sir, do you mind being...
Bumping this since I now have an idea for a story thing to do.
Nithron is a sellsword being sent to kill someone but only to find out that they are not a bad person, but someone who is good and has higher power in political standing. Knowing that this person would have other mercinaries coming...
Looking to bust out this character some, I got some stuff written down for him but I want to play him some before having the chance to make everything concrete for him for his personality etc. So his profile is... bland to say the least right now. He is probably not gonna be like the modern...
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