Post by bhagavat on Jul 30, 2012 9:32:10 GMT -5
A gnome scuttles about the enclave. Robbed in black with red and gold here and there. Hood drawn back, his scarred cheek is visible, a scar tattoo, symbol, known for on of the eight Red Wizards, Lauzoril. The gnome looks at none of the Knights or folk around directly, focusing on finishing his tasks here so he can set out into Cormyr as per his commands. Non hinder his business but the gnome frowns under his calm facade when some of the humans show him disrespect in their glances. He mind briefly going to a place of anger, a smile came to him as he thought of the near future and any foolish enough to demean the weak and small robed fellow.... especially humans, they his mind flickered to the past and his masters ease in finding him.... and thus his fear... keeping his place finding what pleasures he can... usually cruel jokes... that often cost someone their life.... just never his. He grins a little as he shows some papers to the Thayan Knight at the gate and was let loose into Cormyr.
