Forrug stepped of the boat, legs shaking a little as he eyed the city ahead of him. He shifted the pack that weighed on his back, ever so slightly, nervously. He’d come to the city to sell the hide of a rare white stag he’d hunted, and he knew was too good of a prize to simply tan. Stroking his beard with the hand he wasn’t holding the pack with, he tried to calm himself as a man approached him. “I’m just here to sell some hides.” He brushed past the man roughly, not really one for his cheery disposition.
