(Lv 1 Grind) Of Many

[Draken]

(Tags:Lowblow)

  Draken walked into the market place, it was pretty obvious that he wasn't sure what to do, he just was going through the everyday Roam around town Routine. Well without a guild or a real party of friends, he really didn't have to many other options, the mobs outside of town, even though low level, could take him down if he was to get swarmed and couldn't escape. Plus you have the threat of PKs outside of town, and so he didn't really want to risk leaving town.

    Course that didn't stop him from looking into the window of the blacksmith's shop everyday. "Why did I have to choose monk, why couldn't I have chosen a class that actually wears cool armor." He thought to himself, annoyed that he was in regular clothes while everyone else had actual armor. He just stood there staring into the window, looking at the armor, before he heard a voice yell through the window. "If you're gonna stare at it, stare at it from inside here you stupid lad!" He heard from inside the shop, startling him and prompting him to go inside real quick. He knew the blacksmith was one of the main quest givers and so he didn't want to piss off the NPC. 
    

[Lowblow]

	「 Lowblow 」<Level 1> Armor: Starter Platemail Main Weapon: Starter Staff  Items: Type something. OOC: Let's meet and greet.	HP 100% MP 100%
Tags: Draken	Skills: None Activated

Londinium was the same shallow city it tried to replicate, at times the resemblance was uncanny but the aftertaste always left a dry feeling in his Wolf-hair's mouth. Hugh never driven much to the main capital of London, the journey between home and school never crossed such a large area but the fuel cost was enough to cut into his budget. In any case, he walked around the craftsman area where the smell of burning iron and freshly tanned leather still littered the area. "Found it", the heavy plated boots cut short half a step in front of a half opened door, the adventurer noticed the steps to the shop was quite dirty with broken shoe and footprints. The dirtiness never stopped him from entering the place, since it was the quest location.

Hugh knocked the insides of the door as he opened; greeted with a average sized human, barefooted man in rags beside the door along with a stout old dwarf wearing a beige apron, holding some sort of tongs. The farmer glad he didn't push the door forcibly or he would of  hit the human beside him, "Ye bugger get away from teh door! You'd of flung like a rag doll if tis man knocked the other end!" The dwarf by the counter slammed the tong in his hand down while shouting to Hugh's side. Seems the man in charge of the place was the apron wearing dwarf, the other would likely be a customer or some quest taker.

Glaring towards the human, Hugh came into Onyx's view quickly due to his size alone. The wolf-hair trotted towards him casually after their eyes locked lightly, his size almost towering over the dwarf forced the old blacksmith to strain his neck upward, enough to make him feel uncomfortable. "Blimey, I could use several of you...what'cha here for?" although the customer's gear wasn't great platemail, showing signs of battle damage but also some minor repairs too, casebook casual adventurer even when the tied up staff behind him was unique to most. "Quest" His tone solid and short, "Something about a mine and eliminating slimes" So he was some kind of adventurer!

Huffing out a breath, Onyx's gaze went back to Draken's character with a cool composure, rubbing his neck slightly. "You with this...", "Lowblow", Hugh quipped while the dwarf's words stalled. "Lowblow! Yeah, you with him? For the quest...?".