Mountains of the end (Open)
Jul 20, 2008 19:50:10 GMT -5
Post by Vedrit{(==)}Kelran on Jul 20, 2008 19:50:10 GMT -5
Kelran, slightly out of breath but still bright-eyed, walked through the dwarven town, hoping to meet his father's friend and the maker of his sword. Unfortunately, Kelran only had descriptions his parents had told him, and the sword. He hoped the two would be enough.
Don't ask why he was looking for the dwarf, it was just on his list of things to do.
As he walked through the town, the sounds of a bustling dwarven city surrounding him, he noticed just how insignificant his descriptions of his father's friend were, and few to begin with. With an exasperated sigh, he knew that finding this dwarf would be hopeless. He might not even be here.
Several hours of unsuccessful searching later, Kelran walked into a small inn, needing a place to think without drawing undue attention.
Don't ask why he was looking for the dwarf, it was just on his list of things to do.
As he walked through the town, the sounds of a bustling dwarven city surrounding him, he noticed just how insignificant his descriptions of his father's friend were, and few to begin with. With an exasperated sigh, he knew that finding this dwarf would be hopeless. He might not even be here.
Several hours of unsuccessful searching later, Kelran walked into a small inn, needing a place to think without drawing undue attention.
