Gleaf
The door was pushed open with some effort, and in stepped a gnome. He was in his late thirties (although being a gnome he was probably older), three feet tall with a light skin tone, piercing green eyes, and ruffled dark blond hair that was starting to grey. In the way of clothing, he had wore some slightly dirty hooded green robes, a pair of worn leather boots, and a leather belt with a few pouches on it. In his hand was a three foot long old oak staff, and slung over his shoulder was a small gnome-sized traveler's pack. His name was Gleaf.
Taking a second to look at the various patrons of the bar and furrowing his brow at some of the stranger ones, Gleaf then turned and began walking towards the bar, his staff tapping lightly against the wooden floor.
When he finally reached the bar, he placed his hands up on the stool next to Ormund and hoisted himself up with a grunt. Even sitting on the stool as he was, he was still barely above the counter.
"I'll have some water." He said simply.
Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.
09-Jun-2016 00:14:47
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