Maine Coon
Maine, Covill, Coon, Cloveill, Friday Ends Death
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Interacting:
BluDaBaDee
Mentioned:
No one in particular.
Located:
Wolf Guild Hall Entrance; Conversing [/div] [div class="Stats hidden" style="font-family: Oldenburg; Font-size: 85%;Text-align:center;color:black;"]
Currency:
195G
Weapon:
None in view.
Armor:
Traditional Cloth Tunic
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Clover Saylan
Status
Interacting:
BluDaBaDee
Mentioned:
No one in particular.
Located:
Wolf Guild Hall Entrance; Conversing [/div] [div class="Stats hidden" style="font-family: Oldenburg; Font-size: 85%;Text-align:center;color:black;"]
Currency:
195G
Weapon:
None in view.
Armor:
Traditional Cloth Tunic
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The guild hall had fallen into silence after the majority of the guild had left to take on quests. The other two remaining members still in the Guild Hall besides Clover seemed to be preparing to head out as well. Clover had no interest in joining them, he'd preferred to familiarize himself a bit more with the Guild Hall and the surrounding places before heading out. Also not after the events of last quest. He's already spoken to Ragnar about the surrounding areas earlier. The beast of a man had a surprisingly friendly attitude and the conversation brought with it comfort, though short-lived.
Now, having just gotten back from Galventia to buy fresh food and ingredients dressed in a light black and gold cloth tunic-- which he considers his day-to-day attire-- Clover noticed a small disturbance near the front entrance of the hall. Going closer, he stood by a small tree some distance away, just enough to inspect the scene. Ragnar seemed to be talking to a stranger with ragged clothing, mismatched articles of clothes with a faded lavender scarf. Someone that looks weak, frail, and homeless. Or so it would seem to the untrained eye. Clover wasn't naive enough to judge someone based on looks alone, this person carried himself with grace and the posture of someone fast. A Rogue, and judging by the clothes, a thief specifically. Thieves wouldn't normally be a problem but Clover can see this one has lived long enough to be good at what he does, not the best, perhaps, but better than most. And Ragnar knew it too, judging with how the guy kept his guard up and watched the stranger like a hawk. Sighing, Clover moved from under the shade of the tree, trying to make a lot of noise to alert the two of his presence. If the Thief felt like he'd want to take his chances with Ragnar, then Clover arriving would surely remove such thought from the stranger's head. "Hey, Ragnar! Is there a problem here?". Closer inspection proved Clover's initial suspicions, the Stranger's large and mismatched clothes hid much of his body from view, unfortunately, this also means that concealed weapons could be anywhere and Clover doesn't know where a possible attack might come from. The stranger also had what seemed to be remarkably white hair. "Do you need anything?"
Now, having just gotten back from Galventia to buy fresh food and ingredients dressed in a light black and gold cloth tunic-- which he considers his day-to-day attire-- Clover noticed a small disturbance near the front entrance of the hall. Going closer, he stood by a small tree some distance away, just enough to inspect the scene. Ragnar seemed to be talking to a stranger with ragged clothing, mismatched articles of clothes with a faded lavender scarf. Someone that looks weak, frail, and homeless. Or so it would seem to the untrained eye. Clover wasn't naive enough to judge someone based on looks alone, this person carried himself with grace and the posture of someone fast. A Rogue, and judging by the clothes, a thief specifically. Thieves wouldn't normally be a problem but Clover can see this one has lived long enough to be good at what he does, not the best, perhaps, but better than most. And Ragnar knew it too, judging with how the guy kept his guard up and watched the stranger like a hawk. Sighing, Clover moved from under the shade of the tree, trying to make a lot of noise to alert the two of his presence. If the Thief felt like he'd want to take his chances with Ragnar, then Clover arriving would surely remove such thought from the stranger's head. "Hey, Ragnar! Is there a problem here?". Closer inspection proved Clover's initial suspicions, the Stranger's large and mismatched clothes hid much of his body from view, unfortunately, this also means that concealed weapons could be anywhere and Clover doesn't know where a possible attack might come from. The stranger also had what seemed to be remarkably white hair. "Do you need anything?"
