Post by minion on Nov 28, 2010 3:22:02 GMT -5
most nights, a man in a teal turban arrives magically on the northern edge of Thurnderstone in a swirling wind, typically toward evening or even, now and then, a bit after dusk. he strolls south through town, occasionally lost in thought, but usually with a livelier step than one would consider typical of a man in his late thirties, perhaps forty.
those in Thunderstone don't notice him around any other time of day, most days, but he occasionally stops into the inn to get one of the tastier dishes served there, which he takes with him on his usual southern stroll.
those in Thunderstone don't notice him around any other time of day, most days, but he occasionally stops into the inn to get one of the tastier dishes served there, which he takes with him on his usual southern stroll.
one of the advantages of a long-lived character is that there is less "urgency" to things. 