Seated at one of the small tables while spinning a pencil in between his fingertips - his attention drawn from one of the papers to the crowd gathered around the nervous Miqo'te and the large man who was very skilled in losing money. His irises only visible through the strands of hair hanging down over his face, "I'm not one to believe in cards. But I guess it would not hurt to know what is on the road for yourself."
His leather coat hanging together with a bow upon the back of the chair, leaving the midlander only in a hempen shirt and hempen chausses, the pale considerely pale hinting at the man's origins being far from the heated Ul'dah.
His leather coat hanging together with a bow upon the back of the chair, leaving the midlander only in a hempen shirt and hempen chausses, the pale considerely pale hinting at the man's origins being far from the heated Ul'dah.
