The warforged shrugs as the small crowd congregates around him and clomps off, failing even to acknowledge Wen's greeting. The filthy boys follow to continue their teases.
The country lad's new companion, Tom, slips in and out of the crowd.
Tom: you are able to pilfer a silver piece from what appeared to be a relativly well-off human tourist.
Torazz: your senses ward against surprise as an old hand descends on your leathered shoulder and an thick, but gentle male voice queries, "You are the scout, Torazz?" You can hear as well as see the flapping of the ends of his long, black cloak as well as smell the husky smell of a thick beard.
ooc: it looks like the warforged has other business, so pay him no mind. Hope everyone else is still with me. I apologize for the delay.
The country lad's new companion, Tom, slips in and out of the crowd.
Tom: you are able to pilfer a silver piece from what appeared to be a relativly well-off human tourist.
Torazz: your senses ward against surprise as an old hand descends on your leathered shoulder and an thick, but gentle male voice queries, "You are the scout, Torazz?" You can hear as well as see the flapping of the ends of his long, black cloak as well as smell the husky smell of a thick beard.
ooc: it looks like the warforged has other business, so pay him no mind. Hope everyone else is still with me. I apologize for the delay.