Paxus Asclepius
First Post
The heat of the day is sliding into the cool of night, and the bazaar of Nibenay is alive with activity. Templars, thievess, children, slaves, and merchants all mingle together, rubbing elbows in the setting of the sun. Suddenly, a sly-looking elf appears in front of you, his face wrinkled and burnished by the deep desert. His clothes are made for traveling, and two short blades rest at his side. He sidles up to you, glances over your armor and weapons, and incongruously asks "Need any carpentry work done?"
Grykee:
Garak:
Grykee:
From a swift glance in the direction of a nearby templar, and his inflection, you easily deduce that he has something rather more important than woodwork to discuss, but would prefer not to do so in public.
Garak:
From his twitching eyes, strange inflection, and bizarre behavior, you easily deduce that the man is utterly insane, likely addled by the sun.