Corvus stepped onto the gangplank with polished leather boots. The ankles of these boots were covered by the bottom of a rather simple looking robe over black pants. Robe trimmed in dirt-scuffed blue, his crystalline indigo eyes pointed down at the open book in his pale left hand.
Right hand resting on the the corked vials in leather loops in front of his right hip.
Blonde hair dyed black is braided behind him, reaching all the way down to his lower-back.
Stepping down the gangplank, his attention was singular. The book.
Boot reaching dock, his eyes twitched having not expected the straightening of his path, though his attention remained on the text.
“Hm?” Corvus sounds as he’s spoken to, raising his right index finger to the gentleman as to ask for a moment to finish the passage he was reading.
Eyes dart up to the man’s... piercing...
Corvus looked slightly annoyed that this stranger was asking him his business.
“I’m sorry? You were... saying...?” Corvus speaks, furrowing his eyebrows as if trying to remember what the man had just said. “Right!” he spouts, smirking a little. “I’m looking for my sister.” he says, taking a deep breath and looking back down at his book. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a lot of work to do...” he says quietly, walking away from the gentleman as if the man himself had just vanished into the air. The guy no longer existed in Corvus’ attention-span...
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