Who: Darcy and Wade Waylon (only loved ones call him Wade ;)) What: Random run-in (dramatic music) When: Monday morning Where: Local marketplace Rating: Low, TBD
Another fine morning in Madison. The smell of spices from various stalls filled the air, along with meat and other goods, including other less-than-pleasant smells. Waylon had cultivated quite the infamous reputation through his years as an active knight. There were the fawning people, men and women alike, but the desire of the majority was quickly extinguished with a glare and a few rough words, the disfiguring scar on his face going a long way in helping. Sir Waylon the Waspish. He knew what they called him, but didn't care.
Turning from a stall where figs were on display, Waylon almost ran right into a familiar form. A very familiar form, honestly.. One that had him tongue tied for a few long moments. But decorum and propriety were the orders of the day. "Good morrow," he said simply, giving Darcy a small bow.