Post by minion on Jan 20, 2009 21:24:39 GMT -5
a fit but slightly built human man in his early 30's, wearing light-weight and darkly-colored clothing with a teal-green turban and a wide moustache arrives by spell at the Last Flagon inn in the Hullack. taking a look around the room and apparently satisfied at it's current contents, he walks to the counter with a look of exhaustion and determination tinged with sadness.
he hands the innkeep a large, sealed letter with a slight bulge as of something long and slender inside and addressed simply "Entori", along with half a dozen lions and a whispered pleasantry.
he then walks back to the spot he arrived in and departs the same way he came, seemingly attempting to be as discrete as the magic allows.
//pm sent
he hands the innkeep a large, sealed letter with a slight bulge as of something long and slender inside and addressed simply "Entori", along with half a dozen lions and a whispered pleasantry.
he then walks back to the spot he arrived in and departs the same way he came, seemingly attempting to be as discrete as the magic allows.
//pm sent