Nothel had just completed a particularly gruesome job. He had nearly been slain - twice, and it was wearing him down. Not even his natural regeneration was keeping up for once. Suzuran has drug him part of the way, but once he had been able to walk she dumped him. Groaning, he threw off his ruined and slashed cloak, walking into the city of Talonia. He was going to stop at a tavern or something, get a drink, and wait for his wounds to heal. He was particularly grumpy.
There were a few fine cuts through his armor on his chest, and his right shoulder was mangled, usable, but somewhat bloody. Groaning he would push through the pain he was feeling. His clothes were tattered and his sword broken. Glumly, he finally finds a tavern, he would approach it to enter.
There were a few fine cuts through his armor on his chest, and his right shoulder was mangled, usable, but somewhat bloody. Groaning he would push through the pain he was feeling. His clothes were tattered and his sword broken. Glumly, he finally finds a tavern, he would approach it to enter.