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Thick, plated greaves, reinforced gauntlets, and a thick woolen cloak were all that adorned the Midlander. A vest of gleaming chainmail, however, was visible through the open neck of the cloak. An ornate longsword sat perched upon his hip, the highly polished hilt encrusted with several gemstones that radiated a strange and beautiful brilliance in the light of the guild's hall. Even it's sheath was covered in some form of decorative golden leaf. Almost no physical features were easily discernible, given the Hyur's choice to have the hood of his cloak pulled tightly over his head. Just another shady and mysterious adventurer. Yet, there was no mistaking that he bore the image of a knight, and of a swordsman. Except of course for the large, stringed instrument that sat upon his lap. What appeared to be a harp-guitar.
His fingers, though garbed in his restrictive plate gauntlets, danced gently and fluently upon the strings as if there was no hindrance at all. All five fingers picked delicately away, filling the air with a pleasant and almost soothing serenade of low basses from the harp strings, and a mesmerizing flow from the higher notes of the guitar strings. It was if he were in his own world. Even the throngs of female adventurers that sat swooning over him mere feet away seemed to go entirely unnoticed by the Midlander. As soon as his song came to an end, he carefully removed his hood. He bore smooth, handsome features. Neatly trimmed facial hair, and light brown locks that framed his face almost perfectly. The only easily noticeable mark in his complexion was a long scar running down over his left eye, though even it didn't seem to be a flaw.
As he set his instrument down in his lap, the Hyur held up a free hand and snapped his fingers once. As the eyes of his onlookers had been drawn towards his hand, a rose seemingly materialized out of nowhere in his mouth. He flashed a roguishly handsome smile before elegantly removing the rose from between his pearly white teeth. The gesture provoked a few excited squeals, and he gently extended the rose to one of the more shy and withdrawn ladies, who took the rose with heavily reddened cheeks, leaving the rest to stare her down with pouty gazes of envy. Though as soon as the gesture was over, he once again drew his hood back up and picked up exactly where he had left off with his music, leaving the crowd to slowly disperse.
His fingers, though garbed in his restrictive plate gauntlets, danced gently and fluently upon the strings as if there was no hindrance at all. All five fingers picked delicately away, filling the air with a pleasant and almost soothing serenade of low basses from the harp strings, and a mesmerizing flow from the higher notes of the guitar strings. It was if he were in his own world. Even the throngs of female adventurers that sat swooning over him mere feet away seemed to go entirely unnoticed by the Midlander. As soon as his song came to an end, he carefully removed his hood. He bore smooth, handsome features. Neatly trimmed facial hair, and light brown locks that framed his face almost perfectly. The only easily noticeable mark in his complexion was a long scar running down over his left eye, though even it didn't seem to be a flaw.
As he set his instrument down in his lap, the Hyur held up a free hand and snapped his fingers once. As the eyes of his onlookers had been drawn towards his hand, a rose seemingly materialized out of nowhere in his mouth. He flashed a roguishly handsome smile before elegantly removing the rose from between his pearly white teeth. The gesture provoked a few excited squeals, and he gently extended the rose to one of the more shy and withdrawn ladies, who took the rose with heavily reddened cheeks, leaving the rest to stare her down with pouty gazes of envy. Though as soon as the gesture was over, he once again drew his hood back up and picked up exactly where he had left off with his music, leaving the crowd to slowly disperse.
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