Richard replies in his typical un-enthused way.
"Id rather not Per'Edhel"
He then nods to percy and motions with his sleeved hand toward the line.
"don't let me spoil your fun though"
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Richard, his rough voice oddly softened, speaks while glancing toward morla. "those are Horn-calls signaling the beginning of the tournament. If you would like, I can give you the details of the battles while we are in attendance." He then turns to Per'Edhel, and nods toward where the tournament will take place. Richard also makes sure Morla still has a hold of his sleeve before walking.
Richard stares coldly at the elfmaiden. He slowly lifts his sleeved hand and tips his wide brimmed hat, though never taking his eyes off of the newcomer. "In his typical deep gravely voice"
He gives a stern glance at Morla, before quickly returning his eyes to the elf maid before him.
Richard replys without giving any of the wares a second glance. "Nothing."
((ill change the part about going to the horse guy since I think Jarrod has the horses right?) Taking no notice of Morla's hand holding his sleeve, Richard walks slowly and near enough to stalls ect for Morla to see if anything interests her. Richard shows no interest in the wares, street performers ect, and never speaks unless directly spoken to. He stops if Morla stops, and walks along until she says she is done, or something else happens. ((if you think something may have interested him let me know and ill tell you if it would or not. I will ammend the post if something does))
Richard takes the flower and listens to the girls response, and song closely. When the girl moves out of sight, he turns slowly to the horses and takes both reins into his sleeved hand. He walks up to whoever is closest to him ((and looks like they might be from Caedwall)) horses in tow. As he moves by Morla, he motions for her to follow him. If she follows he walks, if not he waits patiently for a response.
richard to girl: "with his gravely voice, and cold mannerisms oddly softened when speaking to the child, Richard"
These weapons are heavy child. All of those who truly serve our king bear similar weights. A goodly girl like you should never need to learn their purpose. "Richard turns his head slightly to regard what Morla might say in reply to the girl, though his face regains it's typical coldness"
"Riding on an elderly horse that smells of rain and dust almost to the extent he himself does, Richard makes no unnecessary movements. He holds his reins with one hand. His other arm lies under his age worn leather duster coat, out of it's sleeve. His head is tilted low, making the upper half of his face hidden by his hat, the lower half of his face is around 3 days unshaven, the skin rough and emotionless." Richard dismounts slowly, almost annoyingly so. He nods to Per'Edhel in his typical way, seemingly bored, but to those who know him, obviously keenly aware of his surroundings. He offers a hand(the one in its sleeve) to Morla to help her dismount without a word.
that was me. Jarrod was auto logged in.
So whatcha want me to do?
((letting people know I will be joining shortly)) |