11-30-2014, 12:23 PM
Alastair approaches town center fully attired from the direction of Miuntir, appearing to have a headache as he squints in the light of the rare sunny day during these colder days of autumn. He finds himself a chair and positions it in the field, taking a seat and kicking out his legs. He sighs and leans his head back, closing his eyes to the sun as it begins to warm him.
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