Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-23929867-20140818020717/@comment-7497475-20140828034426

Barely noticing the bump, Gris turned to face the source of the appologetic voice. The owner was not short exactly, but Gris was still looking down at him.

"Do not worry about it. Had you not said anything, I may not have even noticed. Though it is unusual that someone wouldn't notice me, I tend to draw the eye."

Examining the young man carefully, the bags drew little interest. The metal weapon on his back did however. From his naturally higher viewpoint, he could see a decent amount of it, but not enough to understand what it was he saw.

"I am Gris."