For such a relatively large individual,
Amgeir was rather adept at existing largely without notice in most scenarios. Granted, it did not exactly take a master assassin to blend in a typical tavern. Seated in a dimly lit corner, Amgeir had been content to finish jotting down a series of notes in an ongoing journal he maintained. It was no mechanism of recording fiction so much as the various exploits of his life. It was an exercise in historical recollection more than vanity given the fact his past failures featured just as often as his successes.
Long strands of dark hair with the occasional natural highlight framed the features of his heavily bearded face. Baggy folds of the casual overcoat he wore
mostly obscured any discernible physique beneath. All told, he was just another relatively grungy looking individual keeping to himself and the mug of mead in front of him.
It wasn't until a
very tall female entered the establishment that Amgeir's light eyes fully rose from the materials in front of him. They lingered on the woman's armored form for just a moment; long enough to note her physical features and the general air with which she carried herself. Lacking any further interest, Amgeir returned his attentions to his writing.
His disinterest changed...quickly...as multiple individuals soon entered the tavern, a few seeming in something of a hurry. These newcomers, however, were as easy to classify as the elf presently engaging in a social discourse with them. Allirian Rangers - an organized force for good if you listened to the stories. Amgeir was not among their number, preferring the freedom of a more independent approach to life. Then again, he had been largely alone his entire life. He did not quite belong to the world of man, and he wouldn't be bothering to force an interaction with his maternal elf lineage again anytime soon. Truth be told, he
preferred the solitude.
The talk of a body soon piqued Amgeir's interest once more, but the follow-up conversation of finding someone to carry said body...encouraged Amgeir to avoid direct eye contact with any of the group for the time being. Once the body was hauled in and out of sight, Amgeir slowly began to stow his personal belongings. Leaning back in his seat, the Ranger considered several things. Though he didn't want to get wrapped into the business of
the Allirian Rangers, lest he have to endure another condescending retort about his unwillingness to join, the prospect of a mysterious murder did disturb him. In the end of the day, he existed to serve the inhabitants of
Arethil whether they knew or desired such or not.
For the time being though? Nothing to do but wait for the unlikely alliance of
species and professions to emerge from their conclave.
Cedric Miller |
Lia |
Angharad |
Kaska
