Low hanging tree limbs snapped as birds and small animals hurried from the creature that carelessly moved through the forest, disturbing the calm. Although it sounded somewhat similar to a careless gobbue rambling towards the city, the guards paid little attention. Scouts had already reported on the creature shortly after it had stepped into the forest, and it was no threat. As it entered the city and made its way down the streets, some men and women were forced to move out of the way for fear of being knocked aside. Somehow the creature, even though it was covered in heavy hanging metal chains and plates, managed to step casually around each unwary person that seemed about to be bowled over by its unslowing strides. The footfalls were heavy, and sank into the soft dirt. In a few slow, heavy strides, it filled the door of the inn.
Ghunzyr Aedilvuld had clearly been on the road for a long time. His chainmail coat had broken links and bits of plants stuck to it. The round shield on his back was dented, and the blade at his waist was nicked. His bright red eyes peered out from the barbute, and slung over one shoulder was a full pack that could have doubled as a decent sized tent for most Lalafells. He was a Roegadyn, that much was clear, but huge even by the standards of that mighty people. His muscled frame filled the door from which he surveyed the inn.
He removed his helm and ran a metal-clad hand through his dark hair and beard. A handful of long scars crisscrossed much of his face; some of them bending at odd angles when he smiled. His voice was deep, smooth, and rumbled slightly like each heavy step of his casual stride.
"I been told a fella could find a cool drink round here."
Ghunzyr Aedilvuld had clearly been on the road for a long time. His chainmail coat had broken links and bits of plants stuck to it. The round shield on his back was dented, and the blade at his waist was nicked. His bright red eyes peered out from the barbute, and slung over one shoulder was a full pack that could have doubled as a decent sized tent for most Lalafells. He was a Roegadyn, that much was clear, but huge even by the standards of that mighty people. His muscled frame filled the door from which he surveyed the inn.
He removed his helm and ran a metal-clad hand through his dark hair and beard. A handful of long scars crisscrossed much of his face; some of them bending at odd angles when he smiled. His voice was deep, smooth, and rumbled slightly like each heavy step of his casual stride.
"I been told a fella could find a cool drink round here."
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