Stringbean2142
First Post
Before the door could close behind Tor, a hand snaked in from outside and opened it back up. A razorclaw shifter strolled in, a small grin on his face.
He wore hide clothing that left his lower legs and arms free. Tied to his right bicep were several red feathers, obviously old and cared for. He carried no visible weapons, and had only a small pouch on his rawhide belt and a tattered satchel on his shoulder for possessions. His skin was the deep brown of varnished mahogany, and one of his canines was chipped.
"And I'm Mesa." Making his way to the bar, he sat in the first empty seat available and curled his toes over the lower brace. He sighed at the relief from a long day's walk to get here. That done, he glanced around the tavern with obvious interest. It seemed as though he'd never been in a tavern before. In point of fact, he hadn't.
Waving for a drink, he cocked his head to listen to the apparently engrossing conversation occurring right next to him.
[sblock=OOC]Two shifters walk into a bar...
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He wore hide clothing that left his lower legs and arms free. Tied to his right bicep were several red feathers, obviously old and cared for. He carried no visible weapons, and had only a small pouch on his rawhide belt and a tattered satchel on his shoulder for possessions. His skin was the deep brown of varnished mahogany, and one of his canines was chipped.
"And I'm Mesa." Making his way to the bar, he sat in the first empty seat available and curled his toes over the lower brace. He sighed at the relief from a long day's walk to get here. That done, he glanced around the tavern with obvious interest. It seemed as though he'd never been in a tavern before. In point of fact, he hadn't.
Waving for a drink, he cocked his head to listen to the apparently engrossing conversation occurring right next to him.
[sblock=OOC]Two shifters walk into a bar...
