The dwarf sitting on a bench with a book might be easily overlooked, were it not for his eye-searingly ginger hair and the fact that he keeps holding the book up as if comparing something in it to his surroundings and finding the latter lacking. Periodically, he glances around as if searching for something he might have missed on first inspection.
Meanwhile, though the spot he's sitting in is shady and the lighting a little dim, the glowing shard in his palm serves well enough to illuminate the pages he's consulting.
III. Questing
Brynek hadn't had time to check in and make his Inquisition membership official, however one would go about doing that, before he'd been pressed into rift-closing service by a boisterous human who'd insisted on nicknaming him Little Red. He's trying to take it all in stride. It's not working well.
"Is there some kind of...training procedure for this?" he asks, tightening his grip on the hilt of his borrowed sword. "Or do they just throw us hand-first at the demon holes and hope for the best? That doesn't strike anyone else as wildly irresponsible?"
Brynek Isen | Native OC
The dwarf sitting on a bench with a book might be easily overlooked, were it not for his eye-searingly ginger hair and the fact that he keeps holding the book up as if comparing something in it to his surroundings and finding the latter lacking. Periodically, he glances around as if searching for something he might have missed on first inspection.
Meanwhile, though the spot he's sitting in is shady and the lighting a little dim, the glowing shard in his palm serves well enough to illuminate the pages he's consulting.
III. Questing
Brynek hadn't had time to check in and make his Inquisition membership official, however one would go about doing that, before he'd been pressed into rift-closing service by a boisterous human who'd insisted on nicknaming him Little Red. He's trying to take it all in stride. It's not working well.
"Is there some kind of...training procedure for this?" he asks, tightening his grip on the hilt of his borrowed sword. "Or do they just throw us hand-first at the demon holes and hope for the best? That doesn't strike anyone else as wildly irresponsible?"
Brynek knows from 'wildly irresponsible.'
V. Wildcard
Lay it on me!