Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-28358106-20180113052447

(S9/Smithy) Eothred looks around, trying to find a place where he can change out of his armor so it can be repaired. Finally, he sees the separate fitting room, and helps himself in, seeing that the employees were occupied.

He emerges quite some time later, wearing his normal traveling clothes; a leather jerkin and traveling shirt are under his native broadkilt, held in place with a brooch and buckles. He wears a pair of stout leather boots and gloves, as well as his shortsword hanging from his side.

His arm full of his armor, he carries it over to the front, hoisting it up and setting into the check-in counter. After giving the giggling girl his preferences for repairs, he leaves, his mind set on finding a nice, quiet corner in a bright tavern with plenty of music and some pretty girls.

His mind has already wandered towards what he's going to eat, when he steides out the storefront and straight into the crowd outside.