- Messages
- 26
The candlelit tavern was lively despite the weather, its patrons clearly grateful for the shelter from the harsh winds and rains beating down upon the sleepy port village. Seaborne storms were not uncommon here, but this particular one was unusually nasty, and the windowpanes of the little inn were being battered by the winds. It was weather like this that brought out the best stories, told around a warm crackling fire. And in the same vein, many a story had its beginnings in such a heavy storm.
The young man was strangely underdressed for such weather, his cloak covering his torso and pants covering his legs, but his head and neck exposed. His aquamarine hair was wet, but somehow not dripping, and but a few drops of water glistened on his pale skin. A sharp canine tooth protruded from his upper lip, which alongside his rough hair and piercing red eyes provided a slightly feral appearance, but he did not seem to mind the look or two of suspicion that this brought him as he approached the table.
The other man at the table was a merchant, short and stocky, with a thin mustache and ornate garments -- almost stereotypical in his image. The young man sat down, crossed his legs, and waited.
Bayde Foemarr
The young man was strangely underdressed for such weather, his cloak covering his torso and pants covering his legs, but his head and neck exposed. His aquamarine hair was wet, but somehow not dripping, and but a few drops of water glistened on his pale skin. A sharp canine tooth protruded from his upper lip, which alongside his rough hair and piercing red eyes provided a slightly feral appearance, but he did not seem to mind the look or two of suspicion that this brought him as he approached the table.
The other man at the table was a merchant, short and stocky, with a thin mustache and ornate garments -- almost stereotypical in his image. The young man sat down, crossed his legs, and waited.
Bayde Foemarr