So lost in his own musings as he was, Tristan was taken aback when so suddenly addressed. Blue eyes lifted over the rim of his mug and focused on the man sitting only a few seats away. Recognition shone immediately in the brunette’s gaze, for it was the man from the meeting at the Temple. Ronin. Giving a lethargic smirk that was still warm and inviting, Tristan straightened up where he sat and grasped his mug in a blistered hand and lifted it a bit to acknowledge his conversational greeting. tristan
I’ll come to thee by the moonlight, though hell should bar the way
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The Old Ways (Open)
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Blacksmith / Mercenary
Age: 35 | Height: 6’ 7” | Race: Attuned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 0 - Strg: 12 - Dext: 8 - Endr: 10 - Luck: 5 - Int:
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RE: The Old Ways (Open) - by Tristan - 11-27-2018, 07:55 PM
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