Soul_Milk

Algor, encaptulated by the smells and sights of the bizaar, his eyes darting between the stands and the items they held, is snapped out by the approach of this man. He looks down at him for a moment before smiling, “Yes sir, I seek glory in blood and gold, adventures to find honour in horrifying and dark places. To slay a dragon, to behead a troll, to fight the elements themselves. If you would join me on my prelious quests I would have you.” He said playing up the dramatic and wrapping an arm around the man, “If not, directions to the closest inn would be appreciated.”