Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191101220152/@comment-7262318-20191103015309

"Hmph..." Alvoran chuckled. He wasn't quite sure as to why so many called him attractive. Perhaps it was because he had grown up in Nordic lands, where the standard was to be the biggest and baddest dog in the yard. He never fit the mold of a traditional Nord, and could easily be mistaken for a breton if not for his height. Still, he was not complaining. Only a fool would complain about having a multitude of folks, mostly women, run up to you and tell you how dashing and handsome you were.

He placed the flower in his hair, in jest. "Do I look ready for the ball?" He laughed.