Warm air was slowly pulled into ragged lungs as Baer woke up upon the Inn-bed he had rented for the night. A single hand moving to feel his face. Last night was rough...
He thought as his digits felt over the multiple bruises along his face. Especially the one which had altered his eye socket color. Several small cuts had also opened up on his face again. Making the usual youthful looking man appear more of his age. Showing the deep wrinkles around his eyes and mouth. Rivulets of dried caked-on blood filling the crevices it could from where the injuries had opened.Â
Atleast my eye didin't shut from the swelling!
Thinking rather cheerily as he felt the 'Shiner' he had. Leaning up from the bed he walked over to pick up some of his clothes which he had within a small travelling sack. Throwing on a simple light-pink open shirt with wide cuff's, and slipping on his leather boots with dark grey trouser's. Just so he looked a little less...exposed when he left the room.
It took him awhile until he realized that he was still wearing his handwraps from the night before, stained with blood and dirtied from a pristine white to mottled brown. Deciding to leave them on for the moment as he exited the Inn room and began a small trek into the main reception area and bar.Â
With his long gait-it did not take long for him to enter the Hourglass Inn and delve into the depths of the Quicksand. Moving past some of the patrons whom had congregated within to find a seat at a table not far away. Not intentionally getting too close-but obviously enough to surprise one of the group. A Keeper to be exact. With a Compatriot Lalafell.Â
At the catkin's response, the large man stopped in his tracks and put up his hands. "Sorry about that! Did I bump into you or something?" Deep voice carrying quite well. A bright smile on his face-in utter contrast to the grisly visage which is his face at the moment. Even his hair had a bit of blood-and sand in it. The braided crimson strands coated on all sides with granules, though only one had dried blood on it.Â
Though it wasn't just the male whom had reacted rather...jumpily, it was a female at a nearby table with a friend it seemed. Both seeming rather offput and skittish from the large man's presence in a rather cascading manner. One thing lead to another in this case.Â
((Hope you don't mind I parrot off the Hyur Highlander in your last post's, if so, I can rewrite this all))
He thought as his digits felt over the multiple bruises along his face. Especially the one which had altered his eye socket color. Several small cuts had also opened up on his face again. Making the usual youthful looking man appear more of his age. Showing the deep wrinkles around his eyes and mouth. Rivulets of dried caked-on blood filling the crevices it could from where the injuries had opened.Â
Atleast my eye didin't shut from the swelling!
Thinking rather cheerily as he felt the 'Shiner' he had. Leaning up from the bed he walked over to pick up some of his clothes which he had within a small travelling sack. Throwing on a simple light-pink open shirt with wide cuff's, and slipping on his leather boots with dark grey trouser's. Just so he looked a little less...exposed when he left the room.
It took him awhile until he realized that he was still wearing his handwraps from the night before, stained with blood and dirtied from a pristine white to mottled brown. Deciding to leave them on for the moment as he exited the Inn room and began a small trek into the main reception area and bar.Â
With his long gait-it did not take long for him to enter the Hourglass Inn and delve into the depths of the Quicksand. Moving past some of the patrons whom had congregated within to find a seat at a table not far away. Not intentionally getting too close-but obviously enough to surprise one of the group. A Keeper to be exact. With a Compatriot Lalafell.Â
At the catkin's response, the large man stopped in his tracks and put up his hands. "Sorry about that! Did I bump into you or something?" Deep voice carrying quite well. A bright smile on his face-in utter contrast to the grisly visage which is his face at the moment. Even his hair had a bit of blood-and sand in it. The braided crimson strands coated on all sides with granules, though only one had dried blood on it.Â
Though it wasn't just the male whom had reacted rather...jumpily, it was a female at a nearby table with a friend it seemed. Both seeming rather offput and skittish from the large man's presence in a rather cascading manner. One thing lead to another in this case.Â
((Hope you don't mind I parrot off the Hyur Highlander in your last post's, if so, I can rewrite this all))
"Running is a good option." -
