He was an odd militia member, perhaps, but a loyal member of the town's defenders nonetheless. He knew better than most how important it was for a combat medic to be able to defend himself and his patients on the field, and so when word had gone out, the bard had decided to appear, as he had before.
He wore his usual garb of layered tunics against Leafchange's playful breezes and cooling weather, but the long, many-pocketed sleeves of his undertunic were tied back out of the way to reveal the lean muscles of his arms. His white hair was similarly pulled back into a pragmatic braid for the coming excitement.
He arrived with his beloved rapier on his hip, balanced by a long knife on the other. A crossbow and quiver of bolts that the General would likely recognize as his own making were slung over his back as he arrived, nodding to Weaver, Oliver, and Evie in recognition. Isuma dove down from the sky to peep happy greetings to Zuriel, joining the unicorn in the peanut gallery for the afternoon as her companion settled in to listen to the General's instructions.
He wore his usual garb of layered tunics against Leafchange's playful breezes and cooling weather, but the long, many-pocketed sleeves of his undertunic were tied back out of the way to reveal the lean muscles of his arms. His white hair was similarly pulled back into a pragmatic braid for the coming excitement.
He arrived with his beloved rapier on his hip, balanced by a long knife on the other. A crossbow and quiver of bolts that the General would likely recognize as his own making were slung over his back as he arrived, nodding to Weaver, Oliver, and Evie in recognition. Isuma dove down from the sky to peep happy greetings to Zuriel, joining the unicorn in the peanut gallery for the afternoon as her companion settled in to listen to the General's instructions.
