Post by Master Taven Char on Feb 11, 2013 9:42:46 GMT -5
[outskirts of town, with the gates of the duchy just in view]
The morning is dreary. The overcast sky, the wet left from the rains,and the cold, combine with the mood from the man slowly walking.
" Home,sweet home." he says in a whisper to himself.
Taven has been gone from the duchy for some time and it shows. His clothes are ragged, battle worn,and aged. It works well for disguise purposes though its not a planned thing. His pack weighs heavily on him, traveling for so long on foot has taken its toll on his body. Staying low key, and out of the public eye hasn't been easy but it was necessary for his journey. Now that's its over,returning home will be a long awaited respite.
He continues to walk toward the gates, and laughs a little about actually going through them instead of going around them.
The morning is dreary. The overcast sky, the wet left from the rains,and the cold, combine with the mood from the man slowly walking.
" Home,sweet home." he says in a whisper to himself.
Taven has been gone from the duchy for some time and it shows. His clothes are ragged, battle worn,and aged. It works well for disguise purposes though its not a planned thing. His pack weighs heavily on him, traveling for so long on foot has taken its toll on his body. Staying low key, and out of the public eye hasn't been easy but it was necessary for his journey. Now that's its over,returning home will be a long awaited respite.
He continues to walk toward the gates, and laughs a little about actually going through them instead of going around them.