Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190827204408/@comment-25828117-20190902160328

The old man appeared thin and sinewy, as if all excess had gone and then some, taken by age, fasting or poor diet. He was so thing the bracelets around his wrists seemed as if they could slip off were he to tuck his thumb onto his palm and keep all fingers straight.

The old man did not approach the group however. Instead he took a seat on a fallen stone off in the distance and rapped his crook on the ground three times.

All the sheep in the area converged and left the pastures where those caleld upon by Lysilde stood, to graze around the fresh green grass by the old man who simply stared out seemingly to nowhere.