Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34818102-20190826210634/@comment-43741305-20190921165555

The man stopped his walk as the border of the Wood came into view. Slowly, he scratched his chin - his grey eyes scanning the horizon as if looking for something. A waft of foul-smelling air made his old, ragged cloak flap. All he had under it was a shirt and a pair of long shorts, both in a neutrl shade of brown. Most people would have taken him for a beggar at first glance, though he didn't look malnourished at all. He was, however, quite dirty from the long walk. A sigh escaped his thin lipsas he turned to look at the figures on top of the wall. Then, he resumed walking as nothing had happened.