Clutching Yggdrasil
First Post
*A working class male leans lazily against the outer wall of the Roasted Boar Tavern, whistling off key as he tosses a copper piece into the air and catches it. He's dressed in a non-descript brown shirt and baggy breeches. A map of straw yellow hair and dull hazel eyes seem to wander over the whole of the viewing area but focus on nothing. As his head bobs in time to the spinning coin you can see a blood red feather tucked into the left half of the fabric. He gives a knowing nod and smirk to the approaching graybeard.*
"You have my greetings and good eve woodsman, tell me does yon moon portend a peaceful meal this night?"
"You have my greetings and good eve woodsman, tell me does yon moon portend a peaceful meal this night?"