Camel Eaters
04-11-2004, 02:29
The middle aged long haired bandit sat in a corner of the room. He needed a new crew. His old crew had either deserted the Ramblin' Ways or died. And he was to old to go it alone. He hadn't always been this way there had beena time when the name of Norton was whispered in low voices. Because all secrets made it back to Norton the Bard. But then the one secret he needed didn't make it to him and his crew had been killed and seperated... But that was in the past and he needed to focus on the future.
He got up and walked to the door of the tavern, his long cloak and cocked hat standing out among the slightly more modern garb, and hammered a notice on the door of the Collie's Tabernacle.
Norton the Bard is a Ramblin' again and needs a crew talk to the guy in the corner.
He got up and walked to the door of the tavern, his long cloak and cocked hat standing out among the slightly more modern garb, and hammered a notice on the door of the Collie's Tabernacle.
Norton the Bard is a Ramblin' again and needs a crew talk to the guy in the corner.