RE: Wings of Fury 2
06-29-2021, 03:46 AM
Grokzurl rushes through the streets of Marray, occasionally having to stop to ask for directions. Finally he reaches the Salon de l'acier, and comes to a stop just outside the doors. He pauses a moment to catch his breath, looking once more at the poster he'd pulled down only a few minutes ago. This was definitely the right place, though Grok can't be sure whether he's made it on time. He'd only arrived in Marray this morning, and come running for the Salon the moment he'd seen Sir Henri's posting searching for adventurers. The thought of taking on a dragon was exhilarating, though now that he's standing here on the precipice of this grand adventure, he feels a twinge of apprehension.
Annoyed with himself, Grok decides to simply push the doors open and confidently step through!
Right away it's obvious which table he's looking for; with that many weapons on hand this group must surely be preparing for something big! He rushes over, eager to introduce himself, when he realizes that a story is being told. A rather rousing one, at that. Not wanting to be rude, Grok turns his attention to some of the other members of the group for the moment.
"Greetings, friends!" Grok says to no one in particular, offering only a polite wave. "I'm here to join this dragon slaying expedition of yours," he continues. He deftly unstraps his bow from his back, gingerly setting it on the floor next to him. With that out of the way, he pulls up a stool for himself.
"Sorry if I'm late. I haven't been in Marray long, so it took me some time to find this place."
Annoyed with himself, Grok decides to simply push the doors open and confidently step through!
Right away it's obvious which table he's looking for; with that many weapons on hand this group must surely be preparing for something big! He rushes over, eager to introduce himself, when he realizes that a story is being told. A rather rousing one, at that. Not wanting to be rude, Grok turns his attention to some of the other members of the group for the moment.
"Greetings, friends!" Grok says to no one in particular, offering only a polite wave. "I'm here to join this dragon slaying expedition of yours," he continues. He deftly unstraps his bow from his back, gingerly setting it on the floor next to him. With that out of the way, he pulls up a stool for himself.
"Sorry if I'm late. I haven't been in Marray long, so it took me some time to find this place."