corasked

The rain seemed to be unending, sun-light no longer exists, the thunderous roars of the sky continued on. Inside the Green Man tavern sat a young male, roughly 19 years of age, he sat and stared out of the window.

"Another flood it seems." he mumbled to himself, all he has seen since hes come to the land of aquilonia was rain.

He withdrew his sword from his sheathe, slowly so it wouldn't make a slicing noise, alerting other inn-folk someone has drawn a weapon.

It was a Silver short sword, its hilt and Guard both had red jewels embedded, its pommel was a serpent with two rubies for eyes. He stared at it with admiration.

Sheathing it back in slowly, he sighed and continued to look out of the window into the dark streets of Tarantia, every now and then a pair of guards would walk the streets, their torches would create a beacon of light that floated through the walkways until they disappeared around a corner.