Post by Adoven Leoros Bloodwynd on Jun 5, 2014 5:29:52 GMT
"I can't wait to be back..." Said a singular voice from the back of a horse-drawn wagon. There lay a figure with a particularly familiar hat over his face, kicking his feet up and about as he came to approaching the Locks.
Whistling a tune to himself, the figure thought to himself about the folks that he had missed, and about the stories he had to share. He grinned and sat up, taking the reins.
"Let's get there faster aye?" said Adoven Leoros Bloodwynd, a very peculiar sort of elf.
He snapped for the horse to speed up to a gallop, his long coat trailing and feathered hat almost falling to the wind.
Whistling a tune to himself, the figure thought to himself about the folks that he had missed, and about the stories he had to share. He grinned and sat up, taking the reins.
"Let's get there faster aye?" said Adoven Leoros Bloodwynd, a very peculiar sort of elf.
He snapped for the horse to speed up to a gallop, his long coat trailing and feathered hat almost falling to the wind.