This is me further trying to reach out to people whom just happened to be in the same region. This was an RP send a single person whom I had not spoken to before nor communicated before hand with either.
A Foreigner passes by
Passing through the bountiful heartlands of Perdan a man with dark golden hair is seen riding upon a great black horse. Clearly not a commoner and certainly not a member of the local nobility. This man rides with purpose. His poise transfers onto the onlooker a certainty of ease in the saddle that this man must've acquired over years of practice if not from birth. Yet, he wears a shroud of Leandra that entirely fails to cover his martial attire that clads his body just underneath.
Some whisper that he must be a foreigner, see how his skin is caressed by the sun? We ain't got no sun like that here in Perdan. Nemean paused as he reached the small temple of Leandra. There he dismounted and blessed several of the locals as they made offerings. The words to big for the gestures he made. Simple laying on of hands and offering kind words before mounting up again. His journey clearly not fulfilled and Brive but a resting place for a further goal yet unreached.
