Arakeen Usul's page

Your hospitality is much appreciated, Master Flaxseed. I am Arakeen, formerly of the House Usul and the Thuvian deserts. 'Tis a shame - it appears I arrived a moment too late to lend my expertise to a desert sortie.

Though his face and garb appear worn, the young man now seating himself in the far corner carries himself with a stately grace. From his mess kit he produces what appear to be a well-used, but not inelegant, single service pot and demitasse. The man's hand flares briefly beneath the pot and the aroma of earthen spice and chocolate begins to waft across the room.

I shall await orders here, until there is need of my talents. I welcome any who would care to join me in a story and a cup of coffee.

First level with 0xp just looking to bookmark a place and hopefully find some action.

Hm. I suppose this will do for now.
A young man enters the room and tests the furnishings before settling in, appearing somewhat uncomfortable.

You may address me as Arakeen, formerly of the House Usul and the sands of Thuvia. While I bide my time, I hope this place might provide some... amusement.
His tone is noncommittal and distant and his manners appear slow and tired. Sun-weathered skin with jet black hair, Arakeen is young but obviously weary with a heavy burden. His eyes, though - brilliant turquoise orbs! - flicker against a tempest contained within.