Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20150606215453/@comment-29458028-20150607131323

Fionn just sat quietly at the corner, not doing anything in particular, as he yawned. His eyes flicked around, scanning the area, and unlike most, he appeared unarmed, despite being clad in a full body suit of armor. Fionn wasn't wearing his helmet, though. It was resting on a table beside him. Talking to people was such trouble anyway.

Fionn still remembered. He was just the son of an averagish well to do family, with enough money for a proper education and such. He decided to become a sellsword not for the adventure or money, but for the experience. Better to go see the world for a bit, rather than just marry an equally rich girl and have rich kids.

Fionn pulled the hilt of a broken sword and started to throw it into the air, catching it every time. He was observing ... no, he observed ... a battle between some probably rich snob and some random lady. Nothing that really caught his interest.