Originally Posted by
Murkus
The confetti is not alone in its wandering. Come upon the scene, a tall, muscled warrior stops to watch. His hair is dark and cut military-style, his eyes a bright green, his features fair and broad in appearance. He's dressed humbly, with a sleeveless black tunic and a pair of trousers held up by knotted cord. At his hip, his only apparent possession of any value, is a long sword of black steel with a strange organic-looking hilt.
The warrior says nothing, not sure what's about to happen.