01-03-2017, 05:48 AM
The coal pelt of Yorrik slowly tredged across the field, that mare pestering his brain. He tried to prepare for what those coming and seeking members would ask.
"What's Your name?"
"My name's Yorrik.
[i['Do you have diplomatic skills? What about fighting skills?[/i]
"Yes, though the ocassion to use diplomacy has been few. Fighting skills, not so great."
These were the things that were mulling in his mind. The snow crunching under each hoofbeat. Eventually, he stopped and waited. His fate was now in the hands of time itself.
"What's Your name?"
"My name's Yorrik.
[i['Do you have diplomatic skills? What about fighting skills?[/i]
"Yes, though the ocassion to use diplomacy has been few. Fighting skills, not so great."
These were the things that were mulling in his mind. The snow crunching under each hoofbeat. Eventually, he stopped and waited. His fate was now in the hands of time itself.