He was about, as he was always wont to be, in between errands - who needed wood stacked, who needed food delivered, who needed help with repairs to their home? He was something of a handyman, having grown up on a family farm, one had to find creative solutions when things fell apart, and then studying the veterinary sciences and the art of diagnosing a broad variety of issues, leant him a mind capable of riddling out solutions to a variety of issues. He was good at finding efficient solutions for simple problems, and he wasn't afraid of getting his hands dirty and being a part of the solution either.
He wandered the streets with a bag of food slung over his shoulder, hunched against the biting cold, his breath cascading before him in billowing clouds. He walked, mostly with his focus to the ground before him, knowing the path he sought, peering up enough only so that he might step around any oncoming traffic - of which there was not a lot of in these times.
He wandered the streets with a bag of food slung over his shoulder, hunched against the biting cold, his breath cascading before him in billowing clouds. He walked, mostly with his focus to the ground before him, knowing the path he sought, peering up enough only so that he might step around any oncoming traffic - of which there was not a lot of in these times.
chulane
