Lime green cloak trailing behind himself, the leather clad figure walks through the town of trollsbane. The peaked hat resting upon his head as it allways had and blonde hair resting upon his shoulders the elf thinks back to the days he last walked the town.
The elven councils of old led by damian... Had this city which so many of his kin worked upon come about..
The elf Misjbar, a lost spirit in a lost world.. The quest which was set for the elf for his soul... Many moons past yes, but thoughts which still rest upon his mind.
Walking past the tavern Lauranthalas turns his attention to the stream and the three elogant figures standing beside it, a smile creeping across his lips the elf removes he's hat and approaches the small group.
Wandering
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