The new guy
The door to the Troll Spit Bar and Grill swung open, a storm raging outside. As a flash of lightening struck a tall, dark cloaked man appeared on the doorway. He stepped into the room, and nudged the door closed behind him. The light of the room revealed that his cloak was torn and sliced from recent battles, and a glint of light flashed from under his cloak. With his right arm he reached out, sword in hand, pointed the blade back at his own chest and pulled it into himself. The blade seemed to disappear into the man instead of coming out the back, almost like it was being absorbed. With his left hand he reached up and threw back his hood, shook his long, dirty-blonde hair out of his face and smiled. The surprisingly young-looking guy moved cautiously toward a table near the bar, looking around as he went to sit. There, he patiently awaited service.
Last edited by Sheath; 08-19-2011 at 09:43 PM.
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