Vaegar nods to the little street urchin as he passes by, flipping him a copper. He looks around and takes note of the people in the streets at the hour. Learning his lesson from the last time.
He leans aginst the barrel out side the Tavern that has come to be a familiar friend, and his new meeting spot. He lights his pipe and takes a long drag, wishing he could blow smoke shapes like his uncle had.
He leans aginst the barrel out side the Tavern that has come to be a familiar friend, and his new meeting spot. He lights his pipe and takes a long drag, wishing he could blow smoke shapes like his uncle had.