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Who: Lloyd, anyone else.
Where: The middle of Blessenwood.
When: Mid-afternoon.
Why: After retrieving supplies for his upcoming trip, Lloyd is doing one of the things that he does best - making things.
The air was chilled thanks to the winter season, but that didn't stop Lloyd from his task. A bag was by his side, one filled with supplies that would last him for about a week. Not only that, but he also bought crafting tools for himself, which he was using now. If he was going to be here for a while, he might as well do something. He hadn't joined with any guilds yet, and while he was sure to, he just wasn't the type to sit in one place and do one thing for long.
Currently, his hands worked with a block of wood and a carving knife, and a shape was beginning to form with each stroke of the tool. Lloyd would look up every now and then and glance about, occasionally greeting a passerby with a smile and maybe even explaining what he was doing by holding up his creation and saying who it was going to be. Beneath his productive exterior was an excited teen - he was going to go to a new place. Lloyd knew he always started out enthusiastic, and he'd usually grow bored after a while, but he was only growing more and more anxious to go. After all, he was going to travel with his father. A new journey with his true father. This was the chance he'd been waiting for, the chance that he thought slipped through his fingers when he pushed Derris-Kharlan into the deep corners of the galaxy.
He sat back against the wall and began working again, the wooden figure taking on a more distinct shape. The easy part was done. Now came the hard part, both in terms of the figurine and actually taking the step to travel with Kratos to the center of the continent.
Where: The middle of Blessenwood.
When: Mid-afternoon.
Why: After retrieving supplies for his upcoming trip, Lloyd is doing one of the things that he does best - making things.
The air was chilled thanks to the winter season, but that didn't stop Lloyd from his task. A bag was by his side, one filled with supplies that would last him for about a week. Not only that, but he also bought crafting tools for himself, which he was using now. If he was going to be here for a while, he might as well do something. He hadn't joined with any guilds yet, and while he was sure to, he just wasn't the type to sit in one place and do one thing for long.
Currently, his hands worked with a block of wood and a carving knife, and a shape was beginning to form with each stroke of the tool. Lloyd would look up every now and then and glance about, occasionally greeting a passerby with a smile and maybe even explaining what he was doing by holding up his creation and saying who it was going to be. Beneath his productive exterior was an excited teen - he was going to go to a new place. Lloyd knew he always started out enthusiastic, and he'd usually grow bored after a while, but he was only growing more and more anxious to go. After all, he was going to travel with his father. A new journey with his true father. This was the chance he'd been waiting for, the chance that he thought slipped through his fingers when he pushed Derris-Kharlan into the deep corners of the galaxy.
He sat back against the wall and began working again, the wooden figure taking on a more distinct shape. The easy part was done. Now came the hard part, both in terms of the figurine and actually taking the step to travel with Kratos to the center of the continent.