A longsword, sheathed and hung upon this darkly clad mans belt. A tool of his trade. A lute, strung over his back upon a simple string. An instrument to bring joy, or perhaps merely a way to spend wayward days. The kind that refuse to bring anything with them. Besides, of course the serendipity of their simplicity. Simple days are, after all, the most wondrous of days.


The darkly clad young man cuts a handsome figure. Young, but far from boyish. The longsword sheathed at his side has seemingly forced him to age faster than many others. Yet still, slower than some. For it seems he's chiseled out a more than decent existence for himself. His studded canvas brigandine is in excellent shape, in spite of the fact that he's rarely seen wearing anything else. Besides it's excellent condition it's construction is also, upon further inspection, a small miracle of clever and no doubt rather expensive armoursmithing.



//The above description is kind of a work in progress. If you hadn't noticed already. If the description has left you wanting, however, that means we're in the same boat! Cause I'm jonesing hard for some roleplay.