Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-11588669-20150716225613/@comment-24012109-20150717024316

In a secluded forest normally warded off by the mysteries that lay inside it, a long haired blonde chap ending up finishing a small song to himself, strumming his lute to himself. In relatively fancy unmistakable garb, he was just arriving to the last refrain when the highest strung string snapped, breaking his concentration.

"Bastard, my string broke!", he groaned.

Squinting at his now incomplete lute, he had to repair it. When he checked his backroom for spare string, he was empty. Groaning more, it meant one thing: He had to head into the nearest town, which was a mix of both chaotic and under the Knight's protection. The perfect place to repair his Lute. Putting on a large robe to be inconspicuous, he carried his lute with him as he closed the door and left his small cottage.

"Well, I've got an excuse to head into town. Maybe I'll meet a maiden, one Angel on Earth to show my charms.", he chuckled to himself.