by Cryos Bladebane on November 28th, 2011, 1:41 am
Timestamp: 87th of Fall, 511
Cryos made his way into the store known as Swords and Plowshares, and didn't smile upon entrance. It was his way, he never smiled or frowned, just showed a somewhat blank expression. But one could tell through slight inflections in his tone of voice whether he was happy, sad, mad, or any other emotion. On the outside he seemed to be a cold person, but once one were to break through his outer shell, he was a much better person to deal with. Looking for the proprietor, he would await his assistance, and when given, he'd say in his broken common, "My... uh... name, uh, Cryos Bladebane, and... Work, i'm looking for." His left arm was a gentle hue of red, darker but showed more vibrantly when it was around a forge, which showed he was from the Sultros clan. His emerald eyes laid softly upon the proprietor, and patiently awaited an answer.
He hoped that the proprietor would be able to give him some form of work, even if he didn't pay him much. Cryos would be able to start saving up to build his own forge someday, and this would definitely be a start to something good if he could get some work. Then again, he didn't want to take over the other Isur working there's work, but he felt his status higher than him given he was of the Sultros clan. He wouldn't voice this though, given he was generally humble about his noble relations, as he was descendent from a normal noble family of Sultros clan members, he was by far the humblest of his siblings about it...