Vladimir looks down at the gentleman, his eyes filled with the grasp of understanding a lifetime of pain and suffering and sighs softly, pushing the gentleman aside and moving towards the carpentry stall he was trying to get to in order to obtain the correct tool for filing down the branches of a rare breed of mahogany tree. Approaching the merchant he greets him as an old friend, “Eldazir, how are the kids?” Rubbing his hard-labor hands together Eldazir replies “good as well, my youngest at seventy is finally learning an art instead of spending all his time chasing those darn Snow Elves” and lets out a hearty chuckle afterwords. They continue their transaction and Vlad moves on his way out of the city gates, ready for the long travel back to the forest he calls his home.
Black hair, bright green eyes.
Slim, incredibly tall.
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