04-25-2017, 08:29 PM
In the chill of the night the skein shines alive before heaving through the familiar form of a tall and lanky Orc, his landing a bit rough as he braces himself with his free hand and a dropped knee. He slowly turns himself to stand tall and looks about at how late the day has become before heading off towards the Tavern.
"Guess a brotha got all jumbled in that their gate trip. Suppose I aoughta up and clear out and lock up me gear and get myself back into the groove here. Shishishi~"
He continues on towards the tavern if undisturbed.
"Guess a brotha got all jumbled in that their gate trip. Suppose I aoughta up and clear out and lock up me gear and get myself back into the groove here. Shishishi~"
He continues on towards the tavern if undisturbed.