desertpaladin
Supernova
- Joined
- May 31, 2009
It was a bit past noon and the market was full of people, moving this way and that, from shop to shop as everything seemed to continue like it always did. Daily routines were carried out like they always were, going to every shop that needed to be gotten to but there were people who were being torn from the noise of the citylife and toward one small allyway.
For there, sitting against the wall of what was an Inn was a simple man wearing modest clothing and just plucking at the strings of a mandolin. He was new to the town since no one could remember seeing such a strangely dressed man. he wore traveling clothes. Some leather boots, leather gloves, some worn pants, a belt, a shirt and a vest as well as a cloak over it. however his most prominant feature was a muskateer style hat on his head with one side of it flipped up. His fingers strummed the simple strings on the wooden mandolin as he just sat there. He was not searching for money it seemed since his hat nor any collection vessel was on the ground nearby. he just was playing... and such beautiful songs... none that people knew but they were amazing... The man also kept his head down, all people could see was his long hair tied into a ponytail in the back and it went down to mid-shoulder blade and his chin which was cleanly shaven. No one could see his eyes, not even little kids who stopped running to sit and listen to the beautiful music.
For there, sitting against the wall of what was an Inn was a simple man wearing modest clothing and just plucking at the strings of a mandolin. He was new to the town since no one could remember seeing such a strangely dressed man. he wore traveling clothes. Some leather boots, leather gloves, some worn pants, a belt, a shirt and a vest as well as a cloak over it. however his most prominant feature was a muskateer style hat on his head with one side of it flipped up. His fingers strummed the simple strings on the wooden mandolin as he just sat there. He was not searching for money it seemed since his hat nor any collection vessel was on the ground nearby. he just was playing... and such beautiful songs... none that people knew but they were amazing... The man also kept his head down, all people could see was his long hair tied into a ponytail in the back and it went down to mid-shoulder blade and his chin which was cleanly shaven. No one could see his eyes, not even little kids who stopped running to sit and listen to the beautiful music.