Winter 1 510 av
The day it looked so empty to Lozylir. He was a short man on human terms but on Isur terms he was a bit taller and isur he was. He stood just 5'1 and even that one inch could had been questioned by a few but his pale marble like smooth skin stood out along with his lighter blue veins. He carried a longsword on his left side, a cart on wheels behind him and a backpack on his back. A traveler in simple terms.
"Tidings, I wish to see your local blacksmith if I may? Not sure how long I can stay but I wish to help and learn from him or her."
His voice was deep but he used his free hand to move around as he spoke. Once he had the basic idea of who to see and where to go he left them in search of something else inside the large castle.