Søren was startled. He did not expect to be greeted, much less so kindly. Swallowing, he tried to find the words in the common language. "I've come for adventure, if I'm to be truthful." Instantly, he wanted to take the words back. The harsh consonants and pronunciations failed him, and by the look on the man's face he clearly didn't get his point across. Søren managed a semi-charming smile and loosened his posture. "I've come as a stable boy from Sutica. There's not much adventure to be had in such a peaceful city, I must admit." As the man spoke his response, Søren was uncomfortably aware of his appearance. The dirt caking his sword and scabbard, the dull shine of the gems across his chainmail. He was on that boat for many days, but he couldn't help feeling out of place in such a beautiful and exciting city. He was just a stable boy, after all.
longish brunette hair in a low bun, hazel eyes
broad-shouldered; tunic and red scarf; chainmail armor
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