Re: The Wolf's Head Tavern
<<From Porch.>>
A Halfling male slowly entered the tavern, just under four feet tall. He is dressed in an open scale vest, a scale loin cloth and various painted markings. The most distinctive marking (besides the bright flame like pattern painted on both cheeks) is a triangular brand on his forehead with a single dot in the middle. He wears a belt with many small pouches and his odd curved green blade hanging on the left. In his right hand he carries a spear two feet taller than him with two yellow feathers a foot long hanging just under a leather thong that covered the spear-head itself.
The roman sandals he wore made little sound under his light weight body as he continued into the tavern. He knew this place was magic, he sensed it in his soul. He knew when he entered the fog floating above the swamp he would wind up somewhere quite different than the village he sought. Some of the creatures around him seemed familiar, the kobold for one, but the rest were extremely odd. His face carried an expression of awe as he moved forward, using his spear as a walking stick. To those not paying attention this meant little, but to those who paid attention it was obvious he had trouble walking.
He kept moving until he reached the bar and gave a bow to the bartender. He turned around and shot his left hand straight into the air, only his middle and index finger were unfolded. Well met travelers. May the gods bless our rest here. While his voice carried the excitement of seeing such odd sights, it was plain this was a standard almost automatic greeting.
He then took his left hand fished out a handful of golden trinkets melted to look like the teeth of some predator. He made his way over to the bar and stretched to place them up. Do you carry blood whiskey? If not, blood wine or any kind of whiskey would do favored hearth keeper.
As he waited for his drink he stole several glances to the kobold. He did not dress like those he knew, and even they were new additions to where he came from. His looks bore no malice, but carried the innocent curiosity of a small child.
To those who knew such things, he carried with him a peculiar musk. He smelled of strong herbs, the stagnancy of the swamp and a hint of exotic dung.
((OOC: Due to the intricate nature of his appearance, the details are left in his description. This is just the fast and dirty description.))
This message was last edited by the player at 22:30, Sat 18 Apr 2009.