Rirrym slips in through the door and looks around, blinking a few times as his eyes adjust to the light.
He removes the hood of his thick, woolen cloak, revealing a bushy head of blonde, shoulder-length hair falling messily over his face. He brushes it away irritatedly and moves to a corner of the room, pulling up an empty stool and banging his knee against the low table.
Swearing under his breath, he rubs his knee and takes another look around at the other people sitting and talking idly. He sighs, wishing for a split second that he had some company before remembering why he travels alone.
[ February 01, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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