06-14-2017, 11:39 AM
Sevatar approaches, gambeson untied and hanging loose in the heat. His dragon mark is pale but present on his cheek. He takes a seat next to Thelonius and wipes his brow with the back of his arm. "Thelonius. Wizwik. Sorry this wasn't the visit I had in mind, Thelonius. Fate often decides for you what you'll get to do. I fear that was the case these last few days."
Piece of garbage fire looking Einher.