Hopping off a boat. ((June 2nd/ 8:00pm ))

[Sigurd Vask]

Alagossian laughs and tips his head to Drakkon, a leather hat being lifted up. "An escape from Suvant. Told to see the world by the older generation. You know, the usual things you do to the eldest son when he is being a pain." He has two daggers on his belt, hair pulled back into a half pony tail that let the back of his neck remained covered, an assortment of chainmail and plate on his form.

"I presume you are not the welcoming party. But seem the kind of man to know where to find the best women."