Entry tags:
Merlin - Merlin - Barways
It is a young man with a large burlapian-looking sack that comes into the bar today.
Actually, he'd meant to head towards the stables, but this place works well enough. (Well, more than well enough.)
His expression - once grim - turns bright at the welcoming atmosphere.
"Oh, good. I could not be happier to see this place on a day like today," he says - more to himself than anyone - before hauling the heavy bag towards a nearby booth. It jangles and clangs with the sound of metal.
Someone's been made to do a full armor polish.
[ooc: Again! Merlin from BBC's Merlin. Any magic users, any other Merlin-versions - all are welcome.]
Actually, he'd meant to head towards the stables, but this place works well enough. (Well, more than well enough.)
His expression - once grim - turns bright at the welcoming atmosphere.
"Oh, good. I could not be happier to see this place on a day like today," he says - more to himself than anyone - before hauling the heavy bag towards a nearby booth. It jangles and clangs with the sound of metal.
Someone's been made to do a full armor polish.
[ooc: Again! Merlin from BBC's Merlin. Any magic users, any other Merlin-versions - all are welcome.]