[@Eviledd1984]Meldarion strode through the streets of Bravado, having just made it off the road. His armor and ragged clothing was still dirt stained, long dark hair waving in the breeze as his eyes scanned his surroundings casually. He kept quiet mostly, one hand on his sword hilt, as much to rest his hand as to show he was not someone to rob. He cut the fine figure of a wandering swordsman.

He saw a pretty woman dancing gracefully to the music of a harpist along the side of an alleyway, and he gave a small nod of appreciation of both her and his skills. He tossed a coin their way as he passed them by, and continued on. He had a few extra coins from his last job with his sword. He had enough to get himself a place to sleep for awhile and hopefully a horse, but he needed to find work soon. Thankfully, he never seemed to need a lot of luck in that regard. Trouble often found him.