ooh, mysterious house.
He pushes briskly through the door -- a smallish young man of eighteen or twenty, sensibly dressed out of somewhere in the Middle Ages, sturdy, dark-haired and fair-skinned; he probably looks familiar. He stops as soon as he sees where he is, and looks back over his shoulder anxiously. "Brother?"
Receiving no answer, he turns back. "Well," he says, and straightens a bit, looking around him for the first time. Clearly, his body language says, this is just something he has to deal with, and no sense panicking.
ooc: Right, so -- Sir Florence is the offspring of Gawain and Ragnelle, and is mostly renowned for getting his silly ass killed while breaking and entering. :D But he doesn't know that yet. Please don't throw rocks at me.
Receiving no answer, he turns back. "Well," he says, and straightens a bit, looking around him for the first time. Clearly, his body language says, this is just something he has to deal with, and no sense panicking.
ooc: Right, so -- Sir Florence is the offspring of Gawain and Ragnelle, and is mostly renowned for getting his silly ass killed while breaking and entering. :D But he doesn't know that yet. Please don't throw rocks at me.