10-15-2015, 05:29 PM
*Sven wanders into the cabins doorframe, he seems to be fiddling with some beads on a necklace giggling to himself, he levels his gaze with sage and begins to shake his head progressively tilting his head to the side*
"Sooomeeething wicked...this way comeeess..." *he whispers in a singsong tune, he looks about the room with wide eyes before stepping inside and feeling about the bedrails and other loose objects, he'll get about five feet from sage before knocking something to the ground (assumed tea cup) before swaying back and forth like a child*
"Grim things are ahead...best not dwell on such...reckless things"
*he motions to the broken cup*
"we all fall down...." he mummers before turning around slowly and almost as if he was wounded begins to limp from the cabin, his eyes drifting from one bed to another.*
"Sooomeeething wicked...this way comeeess..." *he whispers in a singsong tune, he looks about the room with wide eyes before stepping inside and feeling about the bedrails and other loose objects, he'll get about five feet from sage before knocking something to the ground (assumed tea cup) before swaying back and forth like a child*
"Grim things are ahead...best not dwell on such...reckless things"
*he motions to the broken cup*
"we all fall down...." he mummers before turning around slowly and almost as if he was wounded begins to limp from the cabin, his eyes drifting from one bed to another.*
Wanderer in grey, black and brown armor, a multitude of small weapons can be seen across his body
OOG: Oliver Luther
OOG: Oliver Luther