Jun 03, 2006 15:21
Osric's a pale, skinny boy of about ten. He's not well-dressed yet, not at all, and perhaps it's because his father's not yet decided to send him to court. His clothes, a plain tunic and trousers suitable for a workman's son, are threadbare more than they are inexpensive. He has a hat, however, that looks as if a well-to-do gentleman may have passed through in a carriage and lost it on the way. It's fine, a little worn in the corners, and far too large for the head on which it sits. It is, in fact, young Osric's prized possession.
He's wandering through some back streets, grubby, alone, and perhaps lost.