Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28144855-20190602184212/@comment-30014014-20190623193223

A hunched individual, creeping and crawling. Stalking and sneaking. His entire being, cloaked by  fabric of burlap sac. The little glance offered to his person was naught but metal and mail.

He clutches something in his hand, hidden in the recluse. He watches the people go about their business, trying to pretend to normality. He didn't care much for them, all too busy polishing the scabbard he holds preciously.