Post by Viktor Campbell on Jan 13, 2017 9:15:56 GMT
A lone Gadabari walks up to the mud walls of Shallowford, dressed in black with very little in the way of colorful clothing (aside from his traditional hat and coat). Worn around his waist is a tabard of the Akliceium military. In general, his entire bearing is not what one expects from a guard, much less a conscript, with a major scent of ale and other spirits emanating from his direction.
"Well out from the frying pan, back into the fire." He remarks wryly. He continues into the town to set up his tent in the town celestial circle as per his usual routine for the upcoming Market day. "I wonder how things have progressed these past several months. More importantly, I wonder who's going to cause me more headaches." He shambles over to the spot and starts his setup, while not so casually looking around the area for anyone.
"Well out from the frying pan, back into the fire." He remarks wryly. He continues into the town to set up his tent in the town celestial circle as per his usual routine for the upcoming Market day. "I wonder how things have progressed these past several months. More importantly, I wonder who's going to cause me more headaches." He shambles over to the spot and starts his setup, while not so casually looking around the area for anyone.
