Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34818102-20191216022700/@comment-29038468-20191216044244

Another young man strides into the tavern. His brown tattered cloak has been hastily reinforced with scraps of metal. A sword hangs at his side, well worn and a valued partner. His shaggy black hair is messy. He looks around the room, scanning it for something or someone. His eyes lock onto the pair and goes over to sit down with them. "I'll take it this is where we're meeting Gideon, yeah?" He asks in a hushed tone.