With a heavy sigh, a hand lifted to take off his glasses, while the other rubbed at the bridge of his nose, eyes closing during the mild massage. Dropping the hand, and placing back his glasses, he blinked up... only to find himself... in that tavern. Again. So strange... but at this point, nothing could really surprise him anymore. Such a weird place this was.
Looking around, he looked to an empty table, and took a seat, rather heavily, his shoulders relaxing, and his body somewhat hunched tiredly. A good nap sounded nice right about now. The smell of food didn't appeal to him at the moment, after those desserts yesterday, he was almost afraid to try anything else. Hands resting on the table, he let a finger trace a design on the flat surface. What were his guild members doing now adays...? he'd been on his own for the most part, though had partied up with a few folks at the start. But along they way they'd parted ways. He supposed he could always go seek them out, but... he didn't want to be a bother. Especially considering his rather low level, in comparison.
character bio
My character's username: AncientPages
My character's level: 11
Character's HP: 30
Character's Job Class: Doormouse
Current party: ---
Current Guild: Raiders of the Lost Ark
Location: Where applicable, if you are in another zone.
Small IC description of character: a lean, tanned gent, with a cobra tail. he wears his hair with heavy straight bangs, long strands on the side, with the back pinned up with a decorative chopstick. He's got pale piercing eyes, black scelera, and slits for pupils, and a smart pair of stylish rectangular glasses.
Character journal: link
