Josh Voorheez
Specialist
The room lights up with a flash as Jinn emerges from the portal. He walks with a brisk pace out of the room and into the commons looking around for his friends. Deciding that he may as well kill two birds with one stone he heads into the tavern. Anyone he passes can tell that his face is lined with exhaustion and worry
"2 of your strongest drinks please, it been a few days"
The bartender nods and pours him some mead. Jinn downs the first glass in one go, takes up the other mug, and finds a chair by the fire to collapse in. With him finally taking a moment to rest anyone around can get a good look at the Wood Elf.
His distinctive armor and war paint are gone, and it would appear that he hasn't worn them in weeks. His body has small wounds that are close to fully healed, with a distinct line across his neck. The circles under his eyes show that he hasn't slept in a few days and he smells like a forest fire. He also has a ring of leaves hanging from belt and a purple flower hung off his vial necklace.
Jinn looks around the room, scanning for his friends, hoping to see a friendly face. Taking a long drink from his mug Jimn lets out a deep sign. After a few moments of the drink warming his spirit and the fire warming his limbs his body relaxes into the chair. He leans his head back as a small smile creeps into his face, giving a glimpse of his old self.
"Damn"
"2 of your strongest drinks please, it been a few days"
The bartender nods and pours him some mead. Jinn downs the first glass in one go, takes up the other mug, and finds a chair by the fire to collapse in. With him finally taking a moment to rest anyone around can get a good look at the Wood Elf.
His distinctive armor and war paint are gone, and it would appear that he hasn't worn them in weeks. His body has small wounds that are close to fully healed, with a distinct line across his neck. The circles under his eyes show that he hasn't slept in a few days and he smells like a forest fire. He also has a ring of leaves hanging from belt and a purple flower hung off his vial necklace.
Jinn looks around the room, scanning for his friends, hoping to see a friendly face. Taking a long drink from his mug Jimn lets out a deep sign. After a few moments of the drink warming his spirit and the fire warming his limbs his body relaxes into the chair. He leans his head back as a small smile creeps into his face, giving a glimpse of his old self.
"Damn"