It took a bit of doing to navigate his way towards Bulwark?s Cove, but he eventually found his way there as the mid-day sun began to reach its zenith. Despite the trip being uneventful, much of it was spent in silent contemplation over the few conversations had with the woman in blue. Something about the way she watched him set his mind back to the sisters at the Divine Light hospice whom had tended his wounds. Like she took note of every subtle thing he did. The comparison, he found, comes as both unsettling and?welcome.
His hands keep a firm hold on the reigns of a painted roan that walks along beside him rather than trailing behind. The horse is healthy and strong with a mottled coat of white and reddish brown. Its saddle, though old, is well oiled and cared for much like the armor on the man at its side. An odd pair to perhaps, but man and horse move in a natural unison. Much like the armor he wore, and the saddle upon the horse, an old but well maintained spear is tied along the side of the animal.
Rather than have a triangular point, part of the tip curves upward as though it were for slashing instead of piercing an enemy. One edge glints against the light like a grin at how sharp the blade is, while the opposite is dull and rounded off. Certainly an odd looking weapon to be sure, yet with the man and horse, all three appear to have a connection. Old or worn, but cared for like a favored book.
A hand shades his eyes as he looks around the collection of buildings while looking around for any signs of life. Valucia mentioned there would be others here, workers of different craft. ?Hello?? He calls out thinking he spies movement in one of the closer ruins. He wasn't about to go skulking around like a thief after all.
His hands keep a firm hold on the reigns of a painted roan that walks along beside him rather than trailing behind. The horse is healthy and strong with a mottled coat of white and reddish brown. Its saddle, though old, is well oiled and cared for much like the armor on the man at its side. An odd pair to perhaps, but man and horse move in a natural unison. Much like the armor he wore, and the saddle upon the horse, an old but well maintained spear is tied along the side of the animal.
Rather than have a triangular point, part of the tip curves upward as though it were for slashing instead of piercing an enemy. One edge glints against the light like a grin at how sharp the blade is, while the opposite is dull and rounded off. Certainly an odd looking weapon to be sure, yet with the man and horse, all three appear to have a connection. Old or worn, but cared for like a favored book.
A hand shades his eyes as he looks around the collection of buildings while looking around for any signs of life. Valucia mentioned there would be others here, workers of different craft. ?Hello?? He calls out thinking he spies movement in one of the closer ruins. He wasn't about to go skulking around like a thief after all.