06-15-2016, 07:49 AM
*Gustavo walks towards the town center from the docks, squinting at the sunlight, stinking lightly of grainy beer. He has a small pack slung over his shoulder, seeming to use it for balance*
Shite. Ralinwood. Ohhh well.
*He ambles over the tavern area, looks for a seat and drops himself into it*
Shite. Ralinwood. Ohhh well.
*He ambles over the tavern area, looks for a seat and drops himself into it*

