by Atillian » October 31st, 2007, 5:25 am
*The tall, broad form darkens the entrance momentarily, before the being shifts in stance and walks directly towards the back. With a shrug of the shoulders, it's cloak is shed and swept under the darkest, unattended booth's seat. Settling in quietly, it clasps it's gauntleted hands, and lets the obsidian colored orbs to roam about this tavern, once familiar to a younger warrior. With a slow nod, the hood that had adorned the horned head is pulled back slightly, and those who inhabited these parts long ago, may pull the scarred, runed face of this being from their memories. Never more than a visitor, but stalwart as a friend, this trip has been too long.....*