Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20151011004211/@comment-26103034-20151102200317

Miryth entered the bar, and walked up to the barman.

"Could I have... ooh, I'll go for a mead."

As the barman headed off to get his drink, Miryth turned to the two men talking.

"How's the recruitin' going then?"

His accent was rough and heavy, and his left eye had a thin scar over it. As he talked, his eyes travelled around the room, as though looking for danger. Despite this, he didn't seem worried or scared. It was just normal for him, after living his whole life in danger. His hair was white, possibly with age, and was untidy but clean.