“Oh, uhh–” Esme turned in a slow circle, studying the steady flow of foot traffic. “Him?” She guessed, waving at the mage(?) cutting directly toward them. The notice had not been specific. Wise. What if they printed one thing and had to change it later? Then they’d be here looking for someone that might never show.
He wasn’t exactly how she’d pictured a guide to a mysterious magic forest to be. Too young, for one. Maybe even younger than she was? Certainly not a wizened hermit from the storybooks.
Though, Esme supposed, all those gemstones did add a little mystical legitimacy. Her own outfit felt plain by comparison – sturdy leathers and work gloves, crossbow heavy on her back, hair pulled back in a no-nonsense bun.
“Work’s no trouble, Ser. We’re glad to have it.” She offered her hand to shake. “I’m Esme and this is Nienke.” Her other hand went to the wyvern’s frilled nose, patting affectionately. Ceren and Andor she figured would speak for themselves.
“Shall we get to it? Before the worst of the heat.”
@Ceren Brynmor @Rhosyn Gwyllt
He wasn’t exactly how she’d pictured a guide to a mysterious magic forest to be. Too young, for one. Maybe even younger than she was? Certainly not a wizened hermit from the storybooks.
Though, Esme supposed, all those gemstones did add a little mystical legitimacy. Her own outfit felt plain by comparison – sturdy leathers and work gloves, crossbow heavy on her back, hair pulled back in a no-nonsense bun.
“Work’s no trouble, Ser. We’re glad to have it.” She offered her hand to shake. “I’m Esme and this is Nienke.” Her other hand went to the wyvern’s frilled nose, patting affectionately. Ceren and Andor she figured would speak for themselves.
“Shall we get to it? Before the worst of the heat.”
@Ceren Brynmor @Rhosyn Gwyllt
07-06-2024, 06:43 PM
