Gothmoor IC (purple)

[Jeggred Von]

Fistar: A heavy and metallic hand tapped your shoulder, and the weight of it could only mean armor. As you turn around a huge plated cleric in field plate and wearing cleric vestments overtop stops you from continuing with the ladies. Once the two girls turn to see why you stopped, their eyes go huge and the swiftly dissapear.

With helmet removed, the male in armor looks down at you from his 6'9 height and sternly looks at you. His voice like a dead corpse in chaimail falling down a gravel hill. " M'Lord, THis is a library of Torm, not a tavern. If you wish to find suitable company for the evening, please leave and seek one of Gothmoor's fine establishments. If you wish to stay, leave the acolytes alone." As he finished the sented, his smooth brow furrows to drive home the point, this armored warrior priest could probably break walnuts with his mean looks.

The man stands in the path of the exited acolyte females and watches you.