kleinpompje

The tip of his spear shining in the sunlight, made of sharp, clean, steel. On his belt was an old leather sheath, a leather wrapped hilt sticking out of the top. His armour was worn down and dented, though polished and clean. The strapping young lad would give the man a bright smile, holding out his right hand for the man to shake, the other steady on his thigh. The bright sun made him narrow his eyes, his armour glistening in the sunlight. He talked to the man with a cheerful and kind tone and a thick accent. “Greetin’s lad, to whom do I owe the pleasure ey?” . He closely inspected the man, noticed his fancy attire and took a small step back. “Oh pardon my tardiness, didn’t know I had to dress nice, though this is all I got-“. He stared at the man with his dark brown eyes, he closely inspected the man's attire, quite impressed by his wealthy attire. He shook the man’s hand, his hands were coarse and masculine. He asked with the same joyful tone and thick accent: “Now could ya tell me where the nearest tavern is mate, I need meself a drink. I’ve been travellin’ for quite a while and I need to rest.” He chuckled softly, taking a step back and staring at the man again. After he’d received directions, he again shook the man’s hand and pulled them in for a short hug. “Thanks very much lad! Anyway I'd best be off then, I got a long road ahead of me.” He walked off, holding out one of his hands in a waving gesture as he did so. “May our paths cross again sire! Have a great day! Thanks for the directions.”