Sassaroth
The doors opened to let a figure in the tavern. The outside light silhouetted his body giving it an ominous air; a spell caster, there was no doubt. The long robes covered his many movements, keeping the secrets of his body language under its heavy folds. The long brimmed hat covered his face. Its shadow hid his eyes in a inky darkness. The figure stood there for a moment breathing heavily. His fists clenched tightly to his sides. Three beats of the heart passed. The figure reached for his staff on his back...
...and removed a fish from inside his collar.
The doors closed and the tavern light took over. A young man stood in the doorway slightly covered in chocobo feathers and most of his lower half and back was wet. He was slight of build fair skinned of a small size compare to other hyur. His disheveled white blond midlander hair lay about his face under without care. His robes were simple fair made of brown tones made from heavy cloth. It was slightly worn. His hat was also battered and worn but more so. It looked like it been through a lot in its life and should have been retired from adventuring long ago. The young man removed the hat and tossed it towards a hat rack. It missed and piled itself into a crumpled heap on the floor.
The man sloshed slightly as he took a chair from a near by table and sat down. He pulled off his boots to empty a small amount of water under his seat. "Darn chocobos, they're planning something., I can just feel it." he grumbled to himself as he put his boots on and dusted off the feathers. "Up to no good, they are, I'll prove it."
The young man wipes the grim from his face and closed his eyes and tilted his head back. Despite his roughed up look and obvious clothing problem he smiled . "Some day, some day this has been indeed." He chuckled to himself and opened his eyes to look to the ceiling and breath deep.
The doors opened to let a figure in the tavern. The outside light silhouetted his body giving it an ominous air; a spell caster, there was no doubt. The long robes covered his many movements, keeping the secrets of his body language under its heavy folds. The long brimmed hat covered his face. Its shadow hid his eyes in a inky darkness. The figure stood there for a moment breathing heavily. His fists clenched tightly to his sides. Three beats of the heart passed. The figure reached for his staff on his back...
...and removed a fish from inside his collar.
The doors closed and the tavern light took over. A young man stood in the doorway slightly covered in chocobo feathers and most of his lower half and back was wet. He was slight of build fair skinned of a small size compare to other hyur. His disheveled white blond midlander hair lay about his face under without care. His robes were simple fair made of brown tones made from heavy cloth. It was slightly worn. His hat was also battered and worn but more so. It looked like it been through a lot in its life and should have been retired from adventuring long ago. The young man removed the hat and tossed it towards a hat rack. It missed and piled itself into a crumpled heap on the floor.
The man sloshed slightly as he took a chair from a near by table and sat down. He pulled off his boots to empty a small amount of water under his seat. "Darn chocobos, they're planning something., I can just feel it." he grumbled to himself as he put his boots on and dusted off the feathers. "Up to no good, they are, I'll prove it."
The young man wipes the grim from his face and closed his eyes and tilted his head back. Despite his roughed up look and obvious clothing problem he smiled . "Some day, some day this has been indeed." He chuckled to himself and opened his eyes to look to the ceiling and breath deep.