Voda Vosa
First Post
Earth looks as yet another females enters the tavern. He hadn't seen so much activity since that raccoon family moved to live in the tavern. His gaze shifts unconsciously to a mound of fur and bones. He looks as the girl, seemingly lost in some sort of illusory world speaks to some unseen ghost of her mind, leaving her cloak drop to the floor. She then walks to the rotten bar, and begins speaking and winking at the dusty flasks and rotten wooden mugs, ordering some sort of drink in her mind perhaps.
He decides to say nothing for the moment, shifting his good eye to the couple of the drunken elven woman and the stout elven male. Perhaps they would make this place their home? Have pups, like the raccoons did. It would be lovely to see some new life in Daunton after all.
He decides to say nothing for the moment, shifting his good eye to the couple of the drunken elven woman and the stout elven male. Perhaps they would make this place their home? Have pups, like the raccoons did. It would be lovely to see some new life in Daunton after all.