Post by Marcus on Jul 1, 2015 2:30:15 GMT -6
Moving through the bustling city streets with his head bowed low floated a man who seemed to have no direction as he proceeded ever farther away from the center of the perpetually growing metropolis. His outfit was rugged, slightly dirty but still had a flair of style. The dark and light brown motif of his clothes could blend in with nearly any thriving natural environment, but here in the mix of gray and intense reds, oranges and purples of the restaurant district, they clashed with everything around him. Seemingly built for a different time, the clothes were traveling clothes; only donned when the wearer intended to be among people. Still, the outfit was strong and durable, more so than it seemed, and gave the slightest air of nobility.
The only article of clothing contrasting with his pure earthy tones was the red cowl that rested over his head. It came out just a bit farther than you'd expect, the shadow it cast on his face masking his identity. It didn't seem to fit with the rest of his clothes, color aside. As if it was worn as a second thought or without care for how it looked.
Though it seemed he was wandering aimlessly, the traveler was heading towards a very specific location; the true heart of Pyron bay: the ship yards. One particular place of business in the ship yards, to be exact.
hmm...it's bigger than I remember.
Gracefully drifting through the forest of people, he found himself in front of the intimidating front doors of the Celosia Trading Company. Not sure whether he should knock or just enter, the man slipped into the building with barely a glance back.
The only article of clothing contrasting with his pure earthy tones was the red cowl that rested over his head. It came out just a bit farther than you'd expect, the shadow it cast on his face masking his identity. It didn't seem to fit with the rest of his clothes, color aside. As if it was worn as a second thought or without care for how it looked.
Though it seemed he was wandering aimlessly, the traveler was heading towards a very specific location; the true heart of Pyron bay: the ship yards. One particular place of business in the ship yards, to be exact.
hmm...it's bigger than I remember.
Gracefully drifting through the forest of people, he found himself in front of the intimidating front doors of the Celosia Trading Company. Not sure whether he should knock or just enter, the man slipped into the building with barely a glance back.
