03-24-2015, 10:00 PM
*Arcadeus walks over from the direction of the notice board. His gait is swift, but heavy, as he drags a folding chair into town, unfurls it, and sits in it. He pauses, turning the chair to face the woods, with its back to the tavern, and regards the treeline. He keeps his hat in his lap, ever so often sipping from a softly white-glowing bottle*