10-11-2013, 04:28 PM
In the South Shroud of Aldenard was Buscarron's Druthers; a well-know for travelers and even the shady folks to come and rest. Despite the presence of some thieves and poachers, it seemed the establishment was tightly run in good order and law. People drank their ale and enjoyed themselves; and anyone deemed trouble was kicked out by the local guards and even the patrons themselves.
Seated on one table of the tavern was a new face, not just to the house but also to the area that belonged to the Gridanians. An adventurer, perhaps not anything new to these parts and Hydaelyn today. He held light brown leather armor over a white cotton shirt and light bottoms. His boots were light brown as well and over his neck was a unique silver pendant with a sapphire jewel piece in the middle, although parts of it was hidden by a pair of goggles he hung over his nape as well. He was young like many other adventurers, most likely not past twenty. Jet black hair neatly trimmed and pushed to his right side, oval dark brown eyes, and a round face. A small scar went over his left cheek.
It was raining this night and the tavern was quite packed with people who took shelter from it. The air was noisy and full of mirth. For Ryan Aphelion however who was new to the area however, he sat alone on the corners of the establishment near the entrance. A plate of food half-finished was on his table and a cup of blackberry ale.
The young man did not feel particularly lonely or left out. As a traveler he expected such things to come until he took some time to familiarize the regions he came to and fulfilled leves. He did feel a certain distinct feeling of homesickness, and perhaps a pang of nervousness for these Gridanians who distrusted outsiders. But he kept a calm mask over his face and casually took a sip of his ale, hoping soon he could earn his keep soon enough and perhaps find a party of good friends one day as well.
(OOC: Open to all, though I prefer a max of 2 people to interact. This takes place in the past very early on in the game where he is still a bit of a novice and starting out.)
Seated on one table of the tavern was a new face, not just to the house but also to the area that belonged to the Gridanians. An adventurer, perhaps not anything new to these parts and Hydaelyn today. He held light brown leather armor over a white cotton shirt and light bottoms. His boots were light brown as well and over his neck was a unique silver pendant with a sapphire jewel piece in the middle, although parts of it was hidden by a pair of goggles he hung over his nape as well. He was young like many other adventurers, most likely not past twenty. Jet black hair neatly trimmed and pushed to his right side, oval dark brown eyes, and a round face. A small scar went over his left cheek.
It was raining this night and the tavern was quite packed with people who took shelter from it. The air was noisy and full of mirth. For Ryan Aphelion however who was new to the area however, he sat alone on the corners of the establishment near the entrance. A plate of food half-finished was on his table and a cup of blackberry ale.
The young man did not feel particularly lonely or left out. As a traveler he expected such things to come until he took some time to familiarize the regions he came to and fulfilled leves. He did feel a certain distinct feeling of homesickness, and perhaps a pang of nervousness for these Gridanians who distrusted outsiders. But he kept a calm mask over his face and casually took a sip of his ale, hoping soon he could earn his keep soon enough and perhaps find a party of good friends one day as well.
(OOC: Open to all, though I prefer a max of 2 people to interact. This takes place in the past very early on in the game where he is still a bit of a novice and starting out.)