The man who enters just beside Seaven appears to be his polar opposite. Dirty and unkempt, his brown hair and beard in wild tangles, and his skin covered in the remains of some sort of white paint, he is clad in rough hides. His only weapons appear to be an antler handled dagger thrust in his belt, some javelins slung on his pack, and a sling looped on his belt.
Despite his rough appearance, his smile is warm and friendly as he greets the other two men.
"Tag,Gurkagh.." he thumps his chest lightly. He gazes wide-eyed at all the clockworks and wind-chimes. "Wundorcræftas!" He marvels in Hallit.
"Oh, yes.. Taldane must remember, speak Taldane.. Glad to be here, I am Gurkagh. Town guard say you need help?"
Despite his rough appearance, his smile is warm and friendly as he greets the other two men.
"Tag,Gurkagh.." he thumps his chest lightly. He gazes wide-eyed at all the clockworks and wind-chimes. "Wundorcræftas!" He marvels in Hallit.
"Oh, yes.. Taldane must remember, speak Taldane.. Glad to be here, I am Gurkagh. Town guard say you need help?"
