Liam
Are you the cure or disease?
The Grounds were not a region that Liam frequented, and yet, somehow, he'd ended up here, wandering through the Outer Brambles without any particular destination in mind. The broken islands were difficult to traverse, and he often found himself doubling back along a path or skirting around the edge of a deeper portion of the water in an effort to find an easy crossing. It didn't make for a relaxing walk, but at least it took his mind off of everything for a while.
It was around lunchtime when he stumbled across another person - a redhead he didn't recognize, accompanied by a dragon and a vampire gourd, which struck him as a particularly strange combination. His own companions, intrigued, sat upon his shoulders and chirped friendly greetings - friendlier by far than Liam's neutral expression, anyway. Still, summoning some dregs of polite interest, he offered a quiet apology. "I'm sorry to interrupt," he said, pausing as though unsure whether to walk right by or turn back. But before he could decide one way or another, his companions turned their attention to the sky (and the plume of smoke drifting there), and Liam frowned. "Should probably get away from the fire," he commented gruffly, in case the woman was inclined to stick around. After dealing with forest fires all season in the Greatwood, he was rather more interested in getting the hell away from the source of the smoke, but the gentlemanly part of him couldn't just leave the woman behind.
It was around lunchtime when he stumbled across another person - a redhead he didn't recognize, accompanied by a dragon and a vampire gourd, which struck him as a particularly strange combination. His own companions, intrigued, sat upon his shoulders and chirped friendly greetings - friendlier by far than Liam's neutral expression, anyway. Still, summoning some dregs of polite interest, he offered a quiet apology. "I'm sorry to interrupt," he said, pausing as though unsure whether to walk right by or turn back. But before he could decide one way or another, his companions turned their attention to the sky (and the plume of smoke drifting there), and Liam frowned. "Should probably get away from the fire," he commented gruffly, in case the woman was inclined to stick around. After dealing with forest fires all season in the Greatwood, he was rather more interested in getting the hell away from the source of the smoke, but the gentlemanly part of him couldn't just leave the woman behind.
Do you still take as you please?
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Liam.
Feel free to use force/magic on Liam.
