Mar 03, 2007 16:57
Still bearing a peace-knotted sword at his hip, Rand sits down at the bar and orders a glass of mulled wine. Awkardly, he pulls two small maps out of a case and sets them on the bartop, using the glass to hold down one corner while his stump of a hand holds down the other. Finally, he pulls out a small journal and opens it, followed by ink and a quill.
Using said quill, he makes a few marks on the map, then writes in the journal, pausing occasionally to drink from the glass.
rand al'thor,
semirhage