SavvyGTS

Malentyr lets out a forcible sigh. "What a bother," he spoke, cutting off the gentleman. "I'm not interested in your trinkets, odds, or ends" mistakenly assuming that the man were another street urchin. Malentyr grips his coin-purse tightly as he cuts through the crowd before him, pushing ever onward to potentially find what he originally came looking for. ((Didn't know where to put this, but I'm not really a skinner. So I did my best at making mine. It's not shaded but its relatively what he looks like.))