Just when you thought there were no more Orkneys
...oh wait, another one.
He's a young man in his prime. Dashing may be the word that comes to mind first. He resembles his father, though his mother's mischeirf touches his features too. At the moment, though, he has that newly confused look so many Mansion arrivals seem to display. As so many have already discovered before him, this certainly is neither Orkney nor Camelot.
"...um, hello?" Not perhaps the most knightly thing to say, but he can't think of much else, taken off guard as he is. His hand rests lightly on the hilt of his sword.
T: Lovel is the son of Gawain and Ragnelle, Florence's brother. Have at, family and strangers.
He's a young man in his prime. Dashing may be the word that comes to mind first. He resembles his father, though his mother's mischeirf touches his features too. At the moment, though, he has that newly confused look so many Mansion arrivals seem to display. As so many have already discovered before him, this certainly is neither Orkney nor Camelot.
"...um, hello?" Not perhaps the most knightly thing to say, but he can't think of much else, taken off guard as he is. His hand rests lightly on the hilt of his sword.
T: Lovel is the son of Gawain and Ragnelle, Florence's brother. Have at, family and strangers.