Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34818102-20180916181256/@comment-27950421-20180917230521

A man approaches the citadel gates. His features largely obscured by his travel worn cloak. He uses a large staff as a walking stick as he approaches. Despite their well used appearance, the cloak and staff both carry a spark of magic strong enough to mark the man as a mage on there own.

He pauses in his approach when he sees the guards. He pulls out his coin purse and counts up what he has. After thinking for a moment he shrugs and sighs.

He once again walks towards the gatehouse again, however before the guards can say anything to him he disappears in cloud a silvery mist.

He reappears in a alley near the gatehouse within the walls, startling a would be mugger.

Aeron lowers his hood, "Sorry friend, doubt I could afford a decent meal if I paid the entry toll."

He casually walks out of the alley looking for a decent inn.