05-11-2016, 10:53 PM
Swiggins moves to the edge of the dock and plants himself cross-legged, his ale set next to him and his coat splayed out behind him still on his shoulders. He smiles and takes a chug of the bottle.
"Not many folk come down here, not unless they find themselves lost or in need of drowning out the world's troubles with the quiet of the sea and some ale. What brings you here?"
His eye is focused on the waters as his smile is serene and his mood is calm.
"Not many folk come down here, not unless they find themselves lost or in need of drowning out the world's troubles with the quiet of the sea and some ale. What brings you here?"
His eye is focused on the waters as his smile is serene and his mood is calm.
(OOG: Christian Kimmerer - Medical Marshal)