Jun 24, 2013
Introducing dalmascan-dancer
Twas a rainy afternoon in the city of Rabanastre, the raindrops were intense. Calls from a busting city could be heard from afar as they still continued to work through the rain. From the south gate leading from the Giza plains downfall a lone man, in armor of darkest night, entered the city ignoring on lookers as the very drops that hit him. Climbing up the stairs towards the center of the city where a fountain stood out, he stop short only to stare in silence as the water flowed from it. After a minute had passed he turned away walking towards the right until he bummed into someone knocking them down.
