1st Spring 513 AV early morning Young Lindel walked through the door with a ring, if there were any bell to alert the welcome center of yet another visitor or otherwise to the thriving city of Syliras. Thriving? Sure, for what it all was. He kept clean to make a good impression, his finer pair of slacks and shirt; pray to the Gods he might that no one would look at his boots. He was clean shaven, and still smelled of the soaps from the bath where he might have scrubbed well for an hour or more. The young man approached the front desk, his eyes reflecting a sense of eagerness, maybe just youthful energy. His eyes were upon the first person who saw, eyes wide and bright, and his hand extended in greeting, "Hello, Lindel Ward - looking for work." He could have said something much more awkward or obvious, maybe something as bad as "good morning", but 'looking for work' would have to do. |