The man makes his way up to the door of House deGorol, Tormay Eludes' house. He met the overlord several times before. Mark that...ex-overlord. He saw the duel where Tormay lost. Helluva match, one where Tormay's opponent came back from near hopelessness to take the title. Anyway, the man met Tormay at the wedding, then once after at the dueling rings. Now the man is walking up to Tormay's house. The man shakes his head and mutters under his breath.
"What're ye doin" here mate" Never had ta train ta fight before.."
Then again, RhyDin was a much different place, a place where demons and gods walk the streets. This was a place where the man can't hope to be the most powerful man walking into the Inn. However, that doesn't mean that he can't learn to take care of himself, make himself a force not worth bothering with. And that is why the man's feet keep pace, moving him closer to the door, that's why the man's cane shifts to his left hand as his right goes up to knock.
Rap! Thud. Rap!
Yeah, the childish impulse to run races through his head, along with the impulse to pull out his flask to drown his nerves, but the man does neither. His cane shifts back to his right hand as the door opens revealing the man.
He doesn't look like much, just an average man with a kind face. A bit of a five o"clock shadow is visible, but he seems handsome enough. Not too bulky nor slim, adorned very modestly in a travelers garb and a brown cloak. A worn brown fedora rests on his head. Upon further inspection a playing card is nestled on the left side near the brim, a Jack of hearts. With his free hand the man takes the hat off revealing more of the slightly-above shoulder length black, well black with hints of gray, hair hanging haphazardly off of his head.
He gives a half-bow, or an exaggerated nod, then makes eye contact with the person at the door. A smirk crosses his face before he speaks.
"Tha name's Shalbaal, Jack Shalbaal, an I'm here fer tha trainin". I believe I'm expected?" .
"What're ye doin" here mate" Never had ta train ta fight before.."
Then again, RhyDin was a much different place, a place where demons and gods walk the streets. This was a place where the man can't hope to be the most powerful man walking into the Inn. However, that doesn't mean that he can't learn to take care of himself, make himself a force not worth bothering with. And that is why the man's feet keep pace, moving him closer to the door, that's why the man's cane shifts to his left hand as his right goes up to knock.
Rap! Thud. Rap!
Yeah, the childish impulse to run races through his head, along with the impulse to pull out his flask to drown his nerves, but the man does neither. His cane shifts back to his right hand as the door opens revealing the man.
He doesn't look like much, just an average man with a kind face. A bit of a five o"clock shadow is visible, but he seems handsome enough. Not too bulky nor slim, adorned very modestly in a travelers garb and a brown cloak. A worn brown fedora rests on his head. Upon further inspection a playing card is nestled on the left side near the brim, a Jack of hearts. With his free hand the man takes the hat off revealing more of the slightly-above shoulder length black, well black with hints of gray, hair hanging haphazardly off of his head.
He gives a half-bow, or an exaggerated nod, then makes eye contact with the person at the door. A smirk crosses his face before he speaks.
"Tha name's Shalbaal, Jack Shalbaal, an I'm here fer tha trainin". I believe I'm expected?" .