Glen Baskerville ❖ 2
[Who] Glen Baskerville
[Where] Espoir~
[Style] Either is fine~
[Status] Open
Glen could not believe he had settled for such shallow living conditions over the last week or so and while having minor success with the device he had in hand, the abundance of snow that seemed to have fallen was getting on his nerves.
He was rather thankful for his abundance of clothing, placing his cloak on properly aside from letting it hang in it's usual fashion but still, he couldn't help but wonder if one of these homes had anyone living there. He was not one for charity but having slept outside night after night he was beginning to question if there was truly anyone who made use of this small place. There was life here after all.
The dark haired man found himself blowing on his hands to heat them up. He felt like some kind of peasant.
[Where] Espoir~
[Style] Either is fine~
[Status] Open
Glen could not believe he had settled for such shallow living conditions over the last week or so and while having minor success with the device he had in hand, the abundance of snow that seemed to have fallen was getting on his nerves.
He was rather thankful for his abundance of clothing, placing his cloak on properly aside from letting it hang in it's usual fashion but still, he couldn't help but wonder if one of these homes had anyone living there. He was not one for charity but having slept outside night after night he was beginning to question if there was truly anyone who made use of this small place. There was life here after all.
The dark haired man found himself blowing on his hands to heat them up. He felt like some kind of peasant.