Nonotano walked confidently, the back streetways of the Steps of Thal echoing his light footsteps he made with his boots. The sounds were like a clock.
Tap-TAP, Tap-TAP
The limp always made the latter step sound louder, more methodical.
Impending.
He saw the large man waiting and for half a beat wondered if he'd maybe bitten off more than he could chew with this one. He continued forward and took a deep breath, running a hand through his red hair as he approached.
"Lord Castille I presume? Krell." He offered a polite bow to the man.
Tap-TAP, Tap-TAP
The limp always made the latter step sound louder, more methodical.
Impending.
He saw the large man waiting and for half a beat wondered if he'd maybe bitten off more than he could chew with this one. He continued forward and took a deep breath, running a hand through his red hair as he approached.
"Lord Castille I presume? Krell." He offered a polite bow to the man.
