"Zach. Some kind of mark on his armor. it repeats. It must mean something. Most likely a mark of his mercenary group. He's obviously new to this. He's to excited to be a hardened vetran. He seems like a decent person."
-Feel free to have someone comment on the fact York stares at people and then mutters to himself-
Ah right.
Nevermind, I can work on a different song I heard in a tavern recently. It was whilst the train broke down on the way out of London.
Al right -stands to sing-
While we slumber and sleep
The sun leaps up from the deep.
Daylight born at the leap!
Rapid, dominant, free,
Athirst to bathe in the uttermost sea.
While we linger at play,
If the year would stand at May!
Winds are up and away
Over land, over sea,
To their goal wherever their goal may be.
It is time to arise
To race for the promised prize,
The Sun flies, the Wind flies.
We are strong, we are free,
And home lies beyond the stars and the sea.
-bows a little-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postKarkat. What're you, Rennor? I don't know a whole bunch about the other species out there, but I might've heard of yours.
-to York- How the hell did that happen? Don't people generally not want anything to do with anybody in that case?
-glances at Griff as he sings-
edited 21st Feb '13 9:05:22 PM by Rivux
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's mean

Ah right.
Shame... that's how taverns have brought strangers together I've heard.
Though, it is assisted by alcohol.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post