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Male Half-Orc Rogue (Thug) Level 1
![]() Drus wanders through the crowd, reaching the Goblin Toss game himself, his curiosity aroused as well by the gnoll preparing to play. "this should be amusing at the very least" he mutters, taking up a position at the back of the line, catching sight of the blond human man he had noted eying him earlier, giving him a bit of a glare before crossing his arms over his chest and turning to watch the action. ![]()
Male Half-Orc Rogue (Thug) Level 1
![]() Drus listens to the speeches from the edge of the crowd and as the people disperse at the end begins to wander through the crowd, alert, eyes constantly flickering over the townsfolk, watching both for potential threats as he is never at ease as well as potential marks there could be some fine pickings here, once the drink begins to flow...there may be some coin to be made indeed moving with a certain grace despite his size, Drus wends his way through the throng, no particular destination in mind, allowing himself a little leisure to take in the sights and sounds of the festival, for once his mind not entirely on "business", finding a bit to his surprise that this small town fair is a welcome change from his recent travails. ![]()
Male Half-Orc Rogue (Thug) Level 1
![]() Drus moves along the edges of the stream of townsfolk heading towards the peeling bells, having just arrived in Sandpoint this very dawn and is drawn along by the crowd...among the finery of the townsfolk he does sand out a bit, this hulking figure in battered and travel stained leather, face clearly displaying his half-orc heritage, savage already even without the many twisting scars and the various piercings of bone and metal through his cheeks and down the bridge of his nose...a few folk cast wary glances his way only to be met with a sharp glare of sullen menace which seems to discourage any further interaction Quote: if nothing else, there may be a few sheep needing fleeced in this flock this last Drus mutters under his breath, sharp eyes constantly scanning the throng, taking in every detail as he makes his way along with the congregants up the hill towards the peeling bells |