Sep 23, 2014
Its A Templar!! *Open RP*
It had stormed when he was on the Wounded Coast. His armor was covered in mud from head to toe. One couldn't even see that he was a templar anymore. The man let out an annoyed sigh as he walked through Darktown. People that normally wouldn't speak to him now greeted him like a friend.
Even now he was walking towards what he had assumed was some kind of storage place with a large crate filled with herbs, and cloth for bandages. He stepped awkwardly in the doorway and could only pray that someone would show him where to put the crate, because he wanted to return to the Gallows to take a bath and clean his armor.
