Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-27950421-20190224214620

Imperia sees a a man in a road worn cloak carrying a staff. The cloak and staff, despite clearly having been used for long miles and many trials appear to be well maintained and faint twinge of magical energy can be sensed from them.

There's a distinct patch of ground being him, where the ground appears to have been up turned and then put back to it's original state.

Aeron tilts his head to look through the crack in the door at Imperia, "I understand that there was a need for individuals of the adventurous sort here. I've come to... apply my trade."