Wolfglide wrote:Hearing the bolt recede, Klokulf turns the knob with his left hand and slowly pushes the door open. As he steps inside, his eyes sweep the room thoroughly before turning to the task of examining the people. "It's a pleasure to meet you," he says as his gaze dissects them.
He stands six feet tall, and looks to be in his early thirties. His black hair is shorter than that of most Vaasan men, not including his large mustache. He is garbed in traveling clothes, and has a pack upon his back. No armament is visible upon him, though he seems to have armor on underneath his clothing.
The man holding a loaded crossbow matches Miss Sophie's description of Bennedikt Gehrmann.
The pale, sweaty fellow next to Gehrmann looks like a scholar who just found rats eating a rare tome.
And neither mannish breeches nor a functional-looking rapier--no dress item, that-- make the redhead look any less the beautiful young lady. Women in this heathen country do have strange ideas and stranger manners...