Through the Skein. T:S July 20 Noon

[-L-]

A man, in nothing more then plane black cloths comes through the Skein, after his first few steps he reaches for a blade that is not there, then looks down at his cloths. "Damn not again." 

He then slowly walks towards the Tavern, he looks around for a fire pit. Once the fire bowl is found he reaches in grabbing a piece of charcole and heading into the woods.

[River]

*a fox wolven looks to him as she works on righting her bow.* "hail?"

[-L-]

"No worry, just a traveler. They call me L, here for a visit. Can you tell me anything of this place?"

[River]

"I just got here myself." *She smiles hopefully.*